The cable guy, the next door neighbor(who barely speaks english), microwave repair man, the nephew, and any one who randomly drops by at Noon and 9:00pm is bound to hear from Thing 1’s bedroom a sad little boy who has never liked going to bed, beg and plead to be let out of his room so he doesn’t have to go to bed.
Right now it is 9:08 and for three solid minutes he has been utilizing the newest phrase of pitiful yelling….."Help ME!! Help me!! OUT Please!!" Last night he was up until 11pm. Yelling "Way DOWN MOM!" Way down DaD!!" His gentle way of telling us to "Lay down" as he pats his pillow.
Why 11pm you ask? I caved in every ten minutes and entered the room. Three times I had him asleep either in my arms or by my side. As soon as I moved he was up telling me to lay down. How many times do I watch "Super Nanny" and want to reach through the telly and stangle the person who lets their little ones rule the bedtime scene? Last night I kicked myself as I finally hit the pillow around 12:30am.
No longer am I cowering. Tonight I take back my bedtime!! No one tells me when and where to lay down!!
**It is now 9:14pm and there is no sounds coming from the room. I think he is trying to pick the lock. Little does he know that there is a strategically-placed-plastic-device, known as a child proof door handle, implemented to torture small innocent children. MOOOHHAAAA!! It is all fun and games until he figures that his little body weight is the only necessary tool needed to escape. Then we are in trouble.
Ever since he was little he has been a fighter when bedtime is near. We had tried everything, rocking (hated it!! He’s no snuggle bug), patting the back in his crib(hollered until his face went blueish), singing (sent him into crying fits), finally we would lay him down next to us and tell him a story, then tell him what a good boy he was and say goodnight. At which he would holler and protest for about ten minutes and conk out.
Then the move. Oh where did the routine go? Where did the nice goodnights go? I could be we just haven’t unpacked that box yet. No I have let somethings go, slide, slack if you will.
** 9:36pm and there is no sounds, no picking, no rustling. He is out!! FINALLY!! OH yes!!