Last night, Zoey was putting up her typical bedtime-battle. Typical kid stuff, the going to the bathroom three times, the I-want-one-more-story routine, the please-turn-on-the-hall-light battle cry, etc. The problem, lately, is that Bryan gets home from work somewhere between 8:00 and 8:30 most nights. This is problematic because it makes every day in my life seem like a crazed go-to-the-gym-go-to-work-pick-up-Zoey-fix-dinner-bath-time-fight-with-bedtime-lapse-in-to-coma-get-up-repeat cycle. Most nights I am pretty okay with this routine, but last night I was just so. freaking. tired.
And by 10:00 she was still awake.
Bryan was home, but downstairs watching TV. I was finally dozing off, because I had finally quit caring that I was going to be asleep while my child was still wide awake and had the potential to be out dancing on the dining room table while I snoozed away in my warm, comfy bed. So I rolled over to find...Zoey standing at the side of the bed.
Me: What, Zoey? Why are you NOT IN BED?
Zoey: Because, Mommy! Because....I just yike you so much! I just want to sweep wiss you!
Score: Zoey 1, Mommy 0.
3 comments:
Arrrgggghhhhh! She's learned the tricks. Is there a book given out to toddlers called "How to Push the Buttons, then Get Away with it?" :)
heart. melting. I think they make them that cute so that they'll survive. Yes?
Ahhh...cute. The good thing about newborns is that when you put them in their bed you always know they're in their bed!! But, there's no rationalizing with them. They scream whether the hall light is on or not!
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