
Absolutely no doubt about it.
I’ve gotten a reputation as somewhat of a bedtime control freak. My friends know my kids go to bed at 8 p.m. and if it’s after 7 they don’t even call or stop by. I get so many texts like, “I was in the neighborhood but it was 7:35 and I knew it was too late to be stopping by…”
My aunt from Texas came to visit me recently. It was the first time I had seen her in about six years. The clock struck 7 p.m. and everyone hopped up. “Okay, well, nice to see you again, I know your kids’ bedtime is coming up so….”
I started to protest. “No, it’s okay. I haven’t seen you all in a while so if you want to stay longer….”
“No, I heard about you,” my aunt said. “The kids go to bed at eight, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So we have to go.” And they left immediately.
I admit I can be a bit dramatic. I’m glancing at the clock every five minutes, and once it hits 7:30 I go into full-blown GET YOUR BUTTS IN THE BED mode.
I start clapping and singing, y’all.
“It’s (clap) bed (clap) time (clap)…I need to see some kids in their beds right now…” I sing as I chase them up the stairs. Sometimes my husband tag teams with me, but usually I just do it by myself because he moves entirely too slow doesn’t quite share the same enthusiasm for a quiet house at exactly 8 p.m.
I love my kids and occasionally they stay up to see the 8 o’clock hour but very rarely. My days are jam-packed and I try to make sure that the time that we’re both awake is when I’m focused on them, playing with them, reading to them, taking care of them. No e-mail, no texting, no Twitter or Facebook. Just one-on-one time with my two favorite little people.
But when bedtime approaches, the COUNTDOWN IS ON. With all my other obligations, I need that time to decompress, take a deep breath and switch into one of my many roles for the rest of the evening.
What about you? Are you super anal about bedtime? Or is it just me?
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