Bedtime is chaos around here. No matter how hard I try, it can’t seem to be any other way.
“Pajamas and teeth, everyone.”
“Why aren’t you in you pajamas?”
“Are my teeth clean?”
“No. What did you brush them with? Cake?!”
“I didn’t brush them yet.”
“Then why did you ask if they were clean?”
“I thought maybe they would be clean and I didn’t have to brush them.”
“Let me explain what ‘lying’ is, dear child…”
“I can’t find my pajamas.”
“Did you look in your pajama drawer?”
“I can’t brush my teeth. I can’t find my toothbrush.”
Or even better… “I couldn’t find my toothbrush so I used yours, Momma.”
It’s just chaos. By then end, both Blaine and I are hollering up the stairs to get the light off, stop talking, and no one had better be down those stairs until morning. So next time we’re out for Mom’s Night Out, you know why I procrastinate going home until it’s an obscene time for children to be awake. I just don’t want to come home too early and get sucked in.