Welcome to Crazy Town!
Ahhh, bedtime. The time of day when all is peaceful and calm. The children are fresh and clean and happy after baths and jammies and everyone is sweetly drifting off to sleep.
Oh, sorry. I was having a hallucination. That’s CLEARLY not how things are going in my house!!! For some reason this week, between 5:30-8:30 all hell is breaking loose around here. Two of the past three dinners have ended in a massive battle after Anthony has refused to swallow the pieces of meat that he has been chewing on for upwards of 20 min… (tonight I ended up pureeing an entire plate of dinner into baby food consistency for my 6 year old after announcing a consequence that had to be followed through on… NOT AWESOME!)
You see, Curtis and I have a tendency to announce crazy potential punishments when pushed to the edge. It’s like Phil in Modern Family when he cancelled Christmas on the kids, yeah. that’s how I ended up busting out the food processor tonight. Once you throw out the threat, you can’t renege!
So it’s been one of these ridiculous weeks where our normal, every day routines become a battle royal. It’s making me crazy. To be honest, normally at bedtime, both kids go to bed fairly easily. But every so often Anthony will push the envelope for a few nights. He is quite creative with his tactics. He goes to bed as if all is well. Then within a few minutes it starts. First the one mores: one more kiss, one more story, one more plate of food… etc. Then the heart to hearts. “Mommy, I just want you to know I REALLLY love you”, then “mommy, I am feeling a little sad tonight.” Next we go into hysterical claims: “My bed is freaking me out!” or “My stomach is hot and I can’t sleep” “I think there’s something in my bed!”
I’ve discovered that if we give him ANY leeway with this it just makes the next 5 nights even worse!
Tonight, Anthony’s post-bedtime antics woke up Jack, who stood himself up in his crib, (probably trying to figure out what all the ruckus was about). Unfortunately, he doesn’t know how to get back down! So I find myself standing in the kitchen, listening the Anthony yell about being afraid of the toilet bowl and Jack screaming his head off in his crib!
After threatening to throw away the new legos, (I even went so far as to hold them over the open trash can…) Anthony went to bed. I also snuck in to Jack’s room and silently helped him lay down in his crib, got him a fresh paci and we are back on track.
So let’s hope that tomorrow is better all around and that I don’t slip up and threaten to remove all of the furniture from Anthony’s room, or to donate every single toy in the house or something equally over the top… I need a day off from the insanity! It’s a good thing they are cute!
Do you ever make outlandish threats? What’s your craziest one??