I'm not sure what just happened. I put my boys to bed exactly seven minutes ago, and I think they are both asleep. Can it be? MY boys? This must be a record. TJ and Chris usually make a sport out of torturing Mom at bed time. I would not be surprised if the two of them huddle-up and take bets to see how far they can push me before I blow my lid.
Most nights I feel like I'm living in an episode of the Super Nanny. I stand in the middle of the boys bedroom watching TJ use the closet shelf as monkey bars and Chris doing somersaults off the bed and wonder "How did I completely loose control in 30 seconds?" That's all it takes. We are normally a nice civilized family. After dinner the boys can be found quietly playing hotwheels or doing homework. But then I dare to say those two words "BED TIME" and the reaction is instantaneous. I'm convinced that before I left the hospital with my baby boys one of the nurses hypnotized them to immediately turn into lunatics when they hear thoses two words. It's like a switch has been flipped and it doesn't get turned off until they pass out from pure exhaustion. This nurse must have also found a way for it to only work with my voice - because I get reports from babysitters and grandparents that the boys "were angels" for them.
So tonight I will sit here in my quiet house with my sleeping boys and savor every minute until Tom gets home. What shall I do? Read? Take a bath? Nope. Think I'll go to bed. Good Night, it's Bed Time.
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