Sure we have the whole routine and I get the kids in bed ok. They just don't stay that way. Each night after we've washed, brushed, flossed, jammied and read they lay down like sweet little angels. That is until I've left the room.
More often then not as soon as I pull the door closed they're out and in to something. Most of the time I'll call (read: yell) up to them "GET BACK IN BED".
On one particular night a few weeks back when I'd already gone through 12 rounds of
So I crept up the stairs, turned the knob ever so quietly and then flipped on the light and said loudly "WHATAREYOUDOING?"
It was at that moment my daughter fell to the floor, hugged her knees to her chest and screamed bloody murder. There were no toys in sight. Her brother was asleep in his top bunk and I had busted her...trying to get a drink of water from the water bottle I'd left for her.
She screamed and cried for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably about a minute.
Initially,part of me wanted to laugh because my daughter does have a flair for the dramatic. That was until I saw that her lips had a bluish tinge to them and she was crying so hard she couldn't breathe. The other part of me said You are for sure going to hell for wanting to laugh. You almost caused your kid to have a coronary. That's some fine parenting there.
Aah, these are the moments I cherish.
Moments which will surely propel me in to the parenting hall of fame. I'm good like that.
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