On the weekends, I don’t have a set bedtime for my kids. This also means I don’t have a set bedtime routine either—you know, teeth, medicine, washing, etc… It all just happens whenever I make it happen; not at any particular time.
So on Saturday night, at around 9:00, my 10yo was on the couch with daddy watching some NBA all star thing. I was ready to retire up to bed to enjoy me some HGTV. Before I went up, I gave my son his medicine and made him wash his hands and face. (My 8yo had already done those things, surprisingly, so he was a non-issue). I then urged him to brush his teeth. And here’s how it went:
Me: Okay, now brush your teeth.
Him: NOOOO. Please! I just did all that other stuff. Can’t I just do it later?
Me: No. I know you. When you come up for bed, I’ll tell you to brush your teeth and you’ll tell me you’re too tired.
Him: No I won’t. I promise. You can trust me, mom.
Me: (thoughtful pause) Fine.
Fast forward thirty minutes later. I hear my son coming up the stairs. Game on. Here’s how it went:
Me: Okay, time to brush your teeth.
Him: But mom, I’m too tired.
Me: You’re kidding, right?
Him: No. Seriously, I can’t even keep my eyes open.
Me: Seriously yourself! You have got to be kidding me with this right now.
Him (now whining): I can’t. I’m just too tired.
Me: You promised. Now get in there and brush your teeth.
Him (whining even louder now): But why?
Him (walking towards the bathroom, now cry-whining): Why are you making me do this? Can’t you see how tired I am?
Um, really? This is what I get for loosening the reins? Good grief.