A Better Bedtime?
Hubby and I agreed that we need to get a better handle on the kids’ bedtime. It was after nine, and the kids were finally in bed, but still awake, protesting: Babyboy wanted someone to cuddle with him, and Babygirl wanted someone to rock her.
“They need to learn how to fall asleep on their own,” I declared.
“Absolutely, they’re old enough now,” Hubby agreed.
We vowed we would be strong.
Hubby stayed downstairs to clean the kitchen and make the lunches. I went upstairs and ordered the kids to stop begging and whining because it wasn’t going to work. I ignored the pleas and whimpering and flopped onto our bed to peruse Facebook.
And then, I saw this:
Babyboy got his cuddles, and Babygirl was rocked to sleep.