Riley and Ethan sleep in separate rooms and go to bed at different times during the week. With a 3year gap between them, earlier this year, I felt that Riley still needed that extra little bit of sleep (he’s a proper sleeper – 12hours straight is best for him!) whereas Ethan (being almost 10 and not much of a sleeper himself) can cope quite fine on less hours. The difference is really only 30minutes so it’s not a big thing, but with Ethan in his own room and gaining more independence, I felt like pushing his bedtime a bit later would also give him more of a “bigger boy” feeling.
Night time routines in our house are pretty standard [read: mum is anal about time, we work by a clock every day, even on weekends…mum is working on this 🙂 ]…hometime is 6pm straight into suppertime (the time it takes for the boys to eat often varies depending on what’s for supper!), followed by bathtime around 6:45, brush teeth, story, Bible study time as a family, on the odd occassion – TV, bedtime for Riley at 7:30 (I usually sit on the other bed in his room and read until he falls asleep) and then bedtime for Ethan at 8pm.
Side note: I am the mum with the mostest patience with my kids on most days, but that mum patience ends promptly at 8pm on a week night and at around 9pm on the weekend or during school holidays. DO NOT ASK ME TO PARENT PAST THIS TIME. My brain literally shuts down and I can’t parent at all! This time is MY time to adult. Whether I catch up with the hubster, watch TV, surf the net…it doesn’t matter. All I want is not to have to be responsible for my children knowing that they’re tucked into bed sleeping. And even if they’re not sleeping, they must stay in bed and count sheep or something, I don’t know. Just do. not.
annoy call. me!!!!!
On Tuesday, Riley was taking very long to fall asleep. I was sitting reading and getting more and more annoyed as the time was passing. He was tossing and turning and carrying on like sleeping was the hardest thing on the planet to do. I eventually just walked out and told him he could sleep on his own without me there. I then told Ethan it was bedtime for him. He was sitting watching cricket with his dad and was procrastinating as one does when one is a child and doesn’t understand the value of a good night’s rest!!!!! Anyway, eventually, after lots of…come on Ethan, let’s go now, you need to get into bed, it’s past your bedtime…he hopped into bed only to spot his Maths book on the desk in his room.
“Mum, please can I just put my Maths book in my bag”, he pleaded…the time was now like 8:15pm – parenting time OVER!!
“No Ethan, you can’t. You should have put it back in your bag after you finished your homework“, I said through gritted teeth.
“Ok, well then please can you put it in my bag for me?“, he asked.
“No Ethan, I won’t. I’m tired. Besides which, it’s not my responsibility to put your books in your bag. Please go to sleep. You can do it in the morning“.
“But mum, I’ll forget in the morning“.
“No you won’t. And if you do, I’ll remind you“, I said, smiling sweetly at him.
“You won’t remember either mum, please can I just do it quickly or you can do it for me“.
“No, it’s bedtime. Goodnight“…lights out…
Fast forward to yesterday morning 8:30am. I walked into Ethan’s room to make up his bed only to find…HIS MATHS BOOK ON HIS DESK exactly where it had been the night before.
Guys, I felt so bad. I really did. All I could think about was that he was going to get into trouble at school and what would he say to the Maths teacher (his favourite teacher!)…would he tell her that I forgot his homework?!?!?!
I am so glad that I’m not a teacher. The excuses they must get about homework every other day. They can probably write whole books about it 🙂