We did pretty well on this new bedtime routine for about three, maybe four nights. And then it’s been all downhill from there.
After a long day (Devo has had continuous meetings from 8:30am to about 9:00pm…at least, I hope he’ll be home by 9), there is nothing I want more than for my children to GO TO SLEEP. We’ve had a good day, a remarkably good, sane, fun filled day. Now let’s end it well. I’ve got my sanity to restore before tomorrow’s and Thursday’s and Friday’s parenting marathons.
But they don’t sleep. They won’t sleep. I took them swimming for two and a half hours, stuffed them full of bean burritos, and it still hasn’t worn them out sufficiently to go to sleep on time.
As I sit in their room (with colicky infant on lap), I recall that old old woman. And I think, briefly (let’s blame it on moments of insanity brought on by sheer weariness) that she was really on to something with this whole bedtime thing.
There was an old woman Who lived in a shoe, She had so many children She didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth Without any bread, And whipped them all soundly And sent them to bed.