Recently, I've moved bedtime forward a bit to make sure they're ready and refreshed for school the next day.
I'm not sure how many of you find this occurring, but for my two, it seems to have become a bit of a ritual. I call it a ritual as, sadly, it's been going on for some time now.
It usually goes like this:
Bath, PJ's, bed, snack (usually toast or fruit - I find they sleep better if fed just before hand), a drink and either a story (we're quite big fans of Whizz Pop Granny Stop! at the moment) or a DVD. The DVD can be anything from Peter Pan to Bedtime with Elmo - Just nothing too hyper before they sleep, followed by...... drum roll please.....
"I need a wee", "I can't sleep" (Amelia's favourite), "my elbow hurts! I need a plaster" (that's a new one), "I've got tummy ache", "I'm scared!" or Wills favourite "I'm tired mummy! I'm tired!" repeated continuously for around twenty
minutes.
This evening, I've also had "I need Calpol, I'm poorly" and from Will, which was a corker, "I'm just going downstairs" - No your not, get back into bed!!
It had been going on for around an hour, and I'm not feeling too great after Will kindly decided to share his lurgi with
me, which means only one thing. My Patience = 0
I locked myself in the bedroom and tried to ignore the "William are you asleep yet?" whilst I wrote.
What bothers me is this........ Why don't they do this for other people?
Why, when I have sacrificed toned tum, arse, thighs and career for them? Why, when I spent two summers swollen up like a balloon, consuming three tubs of houmous a night and eating ice cubes for 9 months at a time, do they decide to punish me?
WHY?!? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WHY??
Wait!!!! What is this? Confusion strikes..... And silence has bestowed the household, yet I daren't move a muscle in case my tip toeing downstairs stirs them from their slumber.
I pluck up the courage and creep in. As usual Will is half way down his bed, covers kicked off, holding his Lego man... makes a nice change from Buzz Lightyear... Every time he rolled over onto it we were off to "Infinity & Beyond!!!".....
Amelia's bottom bunk is a double bed. She'd look tiny in it if she hadn't covered the enter bottom portion of the bed in teddy bears and then decided sleep across it, star fished out.
And look at them.... so sweet, so peaceful, so innocent. Looking like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths when really they could give bloody Damien a run for his money!
And every night... despite the ever painful 'ritual', I put them back on their pillows, tuck them in and kiss them on their chubby little cheeks.
I'm bloody dreading the morning! Wish me luck!!