My son is a challenge.
I love him dearly and he challenges me to the very core of my being.
He is Six.
The other night I decided to win the battle and lose the war. Ever done that? It was brilliant of course, and so I am here to share it with you.
It was 9:30 at night. I’d gotten home from seeing an inspirational film called Wise Women Speak and had left the kids with their favorite sitter (Mistake #1)
She is there favorite sitter why? hmmm…. I’ll let you guess.
They were not asleep and the 8:00 pm lights out bedtime I had specifically set had been overlooked and when I went upstairs my children thought it would be cute and funny if they were “hiding in my covers” and so I let them think it was cute and gave them each hugs ( Mistake #2)
and then they asked if they could please please sleep in my bed since it’s a king and they just want to “snuggle with me” and I said YES ( Mistake #3)
Except that I was not yet “ready” to go to bed and so told them they could fall asleep in my bed as long as they were quiet and IF I had to come back up to tell them to go to sleep all bets were off and back in their bed they would go.
Mistake # 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 & 10, came next when I went downstairs to finish my tea and read starting with an almost immediate visit from my daughter to say “Mom- he’s kicking me and won’t be on his side of the bed”
I went up and told him to get in his own bed.
He said “no.”
I said “Yes.”
He said “NO!”
I dragged him there.
I covered his mouth.
I held on.
He thrashed more.
Do you see where this is going?
It was 10:45 before I finally got him quiet and calm and so I thought… asleep and I was rocking him in exhaustion wondering- what the hell just happened? and ” I am a terrible mother” and ” This incident must have made a huge impression on him that “when I say something I mean business” when his little head popped off my chest and he politely asked….
“Can I please have a cookie?”