I've got plenty of friends who say that their children always sleep in their own bed and the kids must stay in their room until 7am at the earliest. They can't be as good of a parent as me. No chance. I'm developing my parenting skills constantly, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
Little guy wakes up at 1am and wants to jump in our bed...no problem. I'm there to teach him he's got to go back to his bed. He comes back at 1:20am...no problem. Hop in. Teaching him that persistence is a good trait.
2:30am rolls around and I feel a leg and arm pushing into my back. Good work. My education on boxing out to get a rebound is paying dividends. 3:20am when the older guy realizes that he's the only one sleeping alone, he comes into the room. No chance on telling him that he's out of luck. After all, we've been working on equality and fairness. It's time to make sure he knows that I'm true to my word.
It's barely 5:30am and the boys are now up. I'm in charge during these hours while mommy is out swimming. This is when push really comes to shove. There's not 2 worse hours in the day than those early morning hours. No stores to go to, no errands to run, no parks that are open. Nothing. It's just me and a finish line (when kids go to school) that is so far in the distance. Around 6am and it's like the 20 mile mark of a marathon. The Wall. Agony. Could the clock move any slower? I feel like there's no way to push through, but somehow I get that parenting high (low?). A few games of Sorry, some soccer in the playroom. At last, the kids hop in the car and I have once more completed the bedtime to schooltime cycle. Anyone can do 7am-7pm, but I'll take you on 7pm-7am anyday.
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