My kids are really stressed out.
Tonight was full of meltdowns from the place where the brimstone burns bright (if you catch my drift). Part of it was my fault because I let the kids play outside until dark, around 10:00 p.m., which is WAY past their normal bed times.
In my defense, it was the girls’ last day of school and it was so nice out, I hated to make them come in. Instead, I let them stay out and enjoy it.
The meltdowns began soon after dark with a fight between the girls, which trickled down to the boys, over who would sleep where. I recently put a queen bed in Logan’s room to replace the toddler bed he had. Now, of course, everyone wants to sleep on the queen bed. Cody and Logan have been sleeping on it all week together, and now that the girls are out of school, they’re allowed to sleep in there too.
So there was a big to-do over which girl would sleep in Logan’s room because Rachel refused to sleep in the same room as Andie. Cody was whining about the scrapes and cuts on his knees, Logan was singing and humming as usual, Rachel was crying and talking in one of those hysterically-pitched tones that just grates on your nerves, and Andie was arguing with both Rachel and me. I was about ready to tear my hair out by that time.
Finally, we got it all figured out and I tucked them all in to bed in Logan’s room. Of course, there were a couple more final appearances downstairs, which always happens when it’s already late.
Aargh.
Time to relax, even though it’s just about my bedtime now!
What drives you crazy about the evening routine?
