I don't know what you all do on your Friday nights but it gets wild at our house. Well, extra wild when Daddy is home.
Last Friday, after a LOUD jam session, swing session, and bike/car/scooter session, it was bath time and bed time. If you get to 8:00 on a Friday night, it gets UGLY.
The oldest is so worn out from the school week that she turns into a personality that I prefer NEVER to see again.
Yet, almost every Friday night, she rears her head.
I know I know. You'd think I had learned. Nope, we do it to ourselves.
I remember as a kid always wanting to stay up late on Fridays knowing you could sleep in on Saturdays.
Not my kids. They need to be in bed NO LATER than 8:00 PM on Friday nights.
If not, all hell breaks loose. Yep, I said it.
ROUGH times y'all!
I know this is just another season and I'm trying to enjoy it, but MAN, some nights I just want to go sit outside and read a book while they put themselves in the bed.
The same aforementioned Friday night, hubby bathed the youngest while the oldest bathed herself. Mama cleaned the kitchen and got a load of laundry ready. Daddy handled most of the bedtime ritual.
Then he proceeded to tell me how I should discipline differently.
Then he also told me that he felt for me having to deal with those 2 wild children every night. I told him that I liked cleaning while he put them in the bed. I got the easy end of that deal.
Granted, it's not that rough every night. Well, the hours of 7 -8 pm are pretty rough but I know it's short lived and they are tired and I'm ready for some mindless TV. But we have a routine and we usually stick to that. Just some days are better than others.
You can relate right? If not, I don't want to hear it. Thanks!
This was the conversation between me and Big Sister Friday night while laying in her bed.
Her: "No fair." (We hear this OFTEN so I don't even know what was not fair this time.)
Me: "Life is not fair. We are supposed to guide you and direct you and lead you int he way you are supposed to go. It's our job."
Her: " No it's not! You're just supposed to be bossy!"
There you have it. Parenting from a 6 year old's perspective.
Good times people. I had to look away to smile and keep from BUSTING out laughing.
Maybe one day I'll write a book about these moments...