The Battle of Bedtime

I have a love/hate relationship with bedtime in my house. Hudson is the only child that makes bedtime easy. The other two kids, make it- a step above miserable. Kane is poky, taking as much time as possible to put on pajamas, brush teeth, and prepare for bed. Lucy just hates bedtime. She is our strongest soldier in the war against bedtime. She always has creative ways of manipulating mommy and daddy into not just a later bedtime, but a whole new bedtime routine- including where she decides to lay her beautiful head to sleep at night. Think of it as her conquest- the crown she adorns each night.

Tonight was no different. Hudson wet down lovely, with a rub of the eyes and a heavy head on your shoulder. Kane poked around. And Lucy, she fought hard. After about forty-five minutes of frustration, snuggles, bathroom trips, blanket searches, hugs, kisses, and a few stern reminders, I finally thought I had won the battle of bedtime. With all kids sleeping, I decided to relax with a hot shower.

Feeling rejuvenated and calm, hoping to slip into bed and channel surf, I walked into my bedroom to find this.

Aw, defeat. This warrior fights unfair. While my defenses were down, she took advantage of me. She is smart and stubborn. I guess the apple doesn't fall far- huh?

I will need to rethink my strategy for tomorrow night. Lucy may have won this battle, but this war is not over.