Channeling My Inner Wicked Stepmother.

Bedtime has become, ahem, something of a challenge around here. -

The ¬†process starts somewhere between 8:15 and 8:30 p.m. That’s when we drag Tori upstairs (literally. Brian takes her feet, I take her hands. She loves it) and start the pajama hunt.

After she and whatever stuffed animals are accompanying her to bed that night are suitably dressed, we brush teeth, read a couple books, and turn the lights out.

Yep. That’s the theory.

In reality, that’s when the fun begins.

Moments after I close the door over, she pops up.

“Mommy, I have to go potty!”

“Okay, go!”

“I need you to heeelp!”


So I sit on the tub and listen to her chatter until she manages to tinkle a little bit.

Then it’s back to bed for another back rub.

Five minutes later.

“Mommy, I’m thiiiiiiiirsty!”


“Mommy, I’m huuuungry!”


“Mommy, I’m scaaaared.”

And if all else fails?

“Owie, owie, owie, owie! I hurt! Heeeeeeelp!”

Throw in at least one more trip to the bathroom and you have one very frustrated mommy and one kid up way, way past her bedtime.

Which is not acceptable. That’s my blogging time she’s monopolizing, people!

So. Obviously this has to stop.

And that means, there’s no more Mrs. Nice Mom.

Nope. I’m having to pretend to be strict.

I’m having to ignore her sobs, disregard my impulse to go comfort the screaming child, and take another sip of wine instead.

And let me tell you, there’s a lot of howling, sobbing, and screaming. My girl, when she gets mad, she gets really, really mad (much like her mommy).

So. We’re sticking to the routine. She’s allowed to potty one more time after books are read, and then it’s lights out. No drinks, no snacks, no imaginary ¬†boo boo kissing.

When she gets up, we pick her up, put her back to bed, and leave (covering our shattering eardrums as we go).

It sucks.

But yesterday she was down by 10. Tonight it was 9:30. Who knows, maybe tomorrow it will be 9!

Which means mama can blog again (and, you know, maybe pay a little attention to her husband).

This being strict thing, it doesn’t come naturally to me. But I’m going to fake it till I make it.

It’ll be better for all of us in the end.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.




5 Comments on Channeling My Inner Wicked Stepmother.

  1. Ginger Kay
    September 19, 2012 at 10:34 pm (3 years ago)

    Keep up the good work! You’ll get there, and you’ll all be happier when you win the bedtime battle.

  2. Meagan
    September 19, 2012 at 11:15 pm (3 years ago)

    It’s tough, but she’ll catch on. Sounds like it may already be working.

  3. Jackie
    September 21, 2012 at 2:14 pm (3 years ago)

    Every day will get better!
    My son (2 1/2) will stay up as late as he can… and does everything to procrastinate too!

  4. Kat
    September 21, 2012 at 11:33 pm (3 years ago)

    Does it say something strange about me that when I read a Mother’s heartfelt expression of near dispair over the antics of her child – especially as engagingly written as this one – that I find myself not just chuckling, but identifying with the villain – ahem – child in the piece?
    Hmmm… It must mean something…
    Oh yes! I don’t have children!
    Seriously, it sounds like your inner wicked stepmother has a heart of gold. Hang tough! :)

  5. Charlotte
    September 22, 2012 at 2:19 pm (3 years ago)

    It sounds to me like you’re doing a great job and that it’s working. I feel awful commenting on something I haven’t had to deal with personally, but I think sticking to your guns in this case is a good idea… besides, you’re getting back some of your blogging time. That’s important!

    XOXO and have missed your blog. Lovely to read your words again.


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