... we've had some new issues at bed time now that all three older kids, who sleep in the same room, are allowed to get out of bed to use the bathroom at bed time if the need occurs. And the need does seem to occur more often than Bob and I think is really necessary.
Bob calls it The Parade to the Bathroom.
It begins with one child who decides to go. He wanders out to where we are which in a smallish house is not very far away from his bed.
He tells us of his plans to use the bathroom.
He picks at fuzz on the floor.
He kicks a few toys Sounders fashion and tells us how he plans to be a soccer player.
We interrupt to steer him back towards the bathroom. He goes, cleans up and finishes his personal bathroom cycle by swatting his sister ninja-style.
How else will she know that it's now her turn to go potty?
Mercy, crying because of the swatting she received now makes her way out to where we are. She is redirected to the bathroom. Her brother is disciplined for the unaskedfor ninja-ing. Mercy finishes in the bathroom and delivers her own smacks to Brother who is hanging sideways out of his bed, in the dark. He hurts himself trying to retaliate.
Discipline and comfort are dished out to the various people in the room who require them and Bob and I return to our post-dinnertime repose.
But we're listening. Because pretty soon someone will yell to let us know that the cd is skipping... or that we forgot to bring them waters... or that Tigger's jammies won't go back on.
Clearly, we've been remiss in dealing with these little issues at their sprouting and they've grown into habits that we've allowed.
Today, I installed a little reminder on the floor that I'm hoping will help a little, at least with The Parade to the Bathroom which consistently veers off course towards more exciting destinations than the actual Bathroom.
Cross the line on the way to the bathroom or for any other reason after you've been tucked in and the discipline shall fall swiftly, my child.