Anyway, in true Drill Sergeant Mama form I started rounding up the troops.
After all I am a Drill Sergeant Mama:
I will assist each individual in their efforts to become a highly motivated, well disciplined, physically and mentally fit kid, capable of going to bed at a decent hour.
I will insist that each child meets and maintains Mom’s standards of cleanliness and orderliness, with no goofing around and getting overly excited prior to bedtime.
I will lead by example, never requiring a child to attempt any task I would not do myself. I will get a shower, brush my teeth, and unwind of the days’ activities. Heck I’m ready, willing and more than able to go to bed early if need be.
But first, last, and always, I am an American Mama, sworn to defend the constitution of an early bedtime to save my sanity.
This all sounds wonderful and honorable doesn’t it? The reality of the whole scene went more like this…
and then Syd laughed herself silly and I laughed pretty hard too, realizing that I did need to lighten up a lot. These kids aren't going to live with me forever, at least I hope not, so I better just embrace our bedtime shenanigans for what they are and enjoy this journey.