Omg you took me right back to the fucking witching hours. The number of times we put our little back together bed and then yelled at each other about whose turn it was to do bedtime.
You are not alone. You have inspired me to write about bedtime. I in fact muttered the words “i suck at bedtime” to Clayton this week. It’s me.. not them in this household.
I'm so honored you shared about the podcast!! Thank you. Bedtime is a minimum 2 hour affair over here. Minimum. Also tho 4am wakeup is super impressive, I'd be falling asleep in the toddler beds! (which I do anyway)
Zoe the podcast was inspiring! I listened as I ran errands and I was like, okay, I am going to make dinner not once this week, but TWICE, and I'm going to ENJOY it. Cut to me last night, stressed out of my mind, neck straining, because I just had to buy fresh oregano even though dried tastes JUST AS GOOD, and putting my kids in front of the TV because I needed time to finish. Ugh.
Also bedtime lasted until 9:20 last night! It keeps getting longer!
We just installed bunk beds for the kids. The bottom bunk is a QUEEN mattress and I'm like, okay, this is actually comfortable, I'll lay here with you.
The 4am wakeup is... thrilling. My husband started doing it and I'm like, you're crazy, but then I tried it, and now I crave it. It's beautiful in the morning, with my coffee, when the kids sleep.
Gorgeous. I remember those ages so well. I love George's mediating.
When he was around three, our son used to hit his older sis, and he wouldn't stop, so we started taking away a toy every time, then we started letting his sister choose which of his toys she could take. She'd go into his room and linger over them while he walked behind her anxiously, hoping she didn't pick the toy garbage truck, or whatever—which of course she would. Anyway, he stopped hitting eventually, but I don't think it had to do with the toys, or his Halloween candy, which we also made him give to her when he hit her around Halloween. I think at some point she (being three years older) realized she could just sit on him, and he didn't love that, so the hitting stopped. Good times.
One time they were both losing their shit—crying, yelling, and shrieking in the bath, splashing each other angrily, and it's a tiny, echoey bathroom, and I was about to completely snap, and I said, oh my god, you guys have to stop, and they didn't, so I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled, super loud, and they stopped cold. They still talk about it a decade later, "the time Daddy whistled." Not my proudest moment, but we got through it!
I love all of this piece, and also the bit about being awake, feeling alone in the house at night as a kid. So relatable. All such lovely stuff, Charlie.
Oh, Rob, this is too good. I love imagining the two of them as sister decides which toy to take lolol. The time Daddy whistled is hilarious. Thanks for sharing your story. And yes, George is such a little mediator!
No one busier than a toddler at bedtime! There was a time when it was 7:30pm, like clockwork...
Our little will wake up in the middle of the night with her blanket off and walk across the house to wake us up because we need to put her blanket back on her. *shrug*
In my first draft of this I wrote about how bedtime "used to be." Same as you, 7:30 PM, like clockwork. The good old days. Lol. That was when they didn't share a room and Layla took a pacifier.
Omg you took me right back to the fucking witching hours. The number of times we put our little back together bed and then yelled at each other about whose turn it was to do bedtime.
BTW, You're doing a great job ❤️
Hahaha Annabel! Two weeks ago we did rock paper scissors.
You are not alone. You have inspired me to write about bedtime. I in fact muttered the words “i suck at bedtime” to Clayton this week. It’s me.. not them in this household.
I was hoping you would write a bedtime post! Please!
I'm so honored you shared about the podcast!! Thank you. Bedtime is a minimum 2 hour affair over here. Minimum. Also tho 4am wakeup is super impressive, I'd be falling asleep in the toddler beds! (which I do anyway)
Zoe the podcast was inspiring! I listened as I ran errands and I was like, okay, I am going to make dinner not once this week, but TWICE, and I'm going to ENJOY it. Cut to me last night, stressed out of my mind, neck straining, because I just had to buy fresh oregano even though dried tastes JUST AS GOOD, and putting my kids in front of the TV because I needed time to finish. Ugh.
Also bedtime lasted until 9:20 last night! It keeps getting longer!
We just installed bunk beds for the kids. The bottom bunk is a QUEEN mattress and I'm like, okay, this is actually comfortable, I'll lay here with you.
The 4am wakeup is... thrilling. My husband started doing it and I'm like, you're crazy, but then I tried it, and now I crave it. It's beautiful in the morning, with my coffee, when the kids sleep.
Lol "I'm going to ENJOY THIS, damnit!!" Sounds like it might have backfired a little bit, I'm dying
I do love the early AM peace. Too bad my youngest is up at 5 on the dot!
Gorgeous. I remember those ages so well. I love George's mediating.
When he was around three, our son used to hit his older sis, and he wouldn't stop, so we started taking away a toy every time, then we started letting his sister choose which of his toys she could take. She'd go into his room and linger over them while he walked behind her anxiously, hoping she didn't pick the toy garbage truck, or whatever—which of course she would. Anyway, he stopped hitting eventually, but I don't think it had to do with the toys, or his Halloween candy, which we also made him give to her when he hit her around Halloween. I think at some point she (being three years older) realized she could just sit on him, and he didn't love that, so the hitting stopped. Good times.
One time they were both losing their shit—crying, yelling, and shrieking in the bath, splashing each other angrily, and it's a tiny, echoey bathroom, and I was about to completely snap, and I said, oh my god, you guys have to stop, and they didn't, so I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled, super loud, and they stopped cold. They still talk about it a decade later, "the time Daddy whistled." Not my proudest moment, but we got through it!
I love all of this piece, and also the bit about being awake, feeling alone in the house at night as a kid. So relatable. All such lovely stuff, Charlie.
Oh, Rob, this is too good. I love imagining the two of them as sister decides which toy to take lolol. The time Daddy whistled is hilarious. Thanks for sharing your story. And yes, George is such a little mediator!
No one busier than a toddler at bedtime! There was a time when it was 7:30pm, like clockwork...
Our little will wake up in the middle of the night with her blanket off and walk across the house to wake us up because we need to put her blanket back on her. *shrug*
Lol Scott! Of course she does!
In my first draft of this I wrote about how bedtime "used to be." Same as you, 7:30 PM, like clockwork. The good old days. Lol. That was when they didn't share a room and Layla took a pacifier.