Elsa and Clio are having some authority issues. Particularly at
bedtime. I suppose this isn't surprising. They're at their tiredest and
crankiest at the end of the day, AND they don't particularly want to go
to bed. Not to mention the fact that I am starving (we still eat after
they go to bed, for a variety of reasons) and, four days out of seven,
have had a long day at work and am looking forward to relaxing, so I'm
not at my best, and am not interested in letting the bedtime ritual
drag on indefinitely.
So I am finding myself at my
wits' end lately when, for example, one of them will refuse to brush
her teeth. She'll simply refuse to leave the nursery and come into the
bathroom. Or she will do something silly, like Clio did the other
night: dance around the hall wearing a pair of sunglasses (upside down)
and make goofy faces, while I tried to help Elsa brush her teeth. Of
course, Elsa thought what Clio was doing looked like a lot more fun,
and started asking me to go downstairs and find her sunglasses, too, so
she could do the same thing. Oral hygiene was a lost cause. I don't
even remember how I finally got everyone to shut the hell up (oh dear;
did I just write that? Yes I did) and brush their damned teeth (and
that? Oh, my). Somehow I did. But by the time I'd read them their
books, wrangled them into their cribs and given them the ten thousand
"just one more" kisses and hugs and back rubs they wanted, I was
totally fried.
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