Bedtime. I shudder just thinking about it. There are plenty of things that I like about bedtime, like how my toddler gets what we call the "sleepy sillies" and starts running back and forth and giggling for no apparent reason. I like singing songs and seeing my little toddler giggle and clap during my performances. I like sharing many of my favorite books and stories from childhood with my own kids, and cuddling and giving kisses and all of that. However, as great as the aforementioned can be (and is), it's also true that bedtime is the worst part of every parent's day.
I empathize with my kid, and I really do understand some of their resistance to bedtime. I don’t usually like sleeping alone, either, and I know there’s a biological reason why kids want to be all up under their parents at bedtime. The fact that they want to stay awake and hang out with us is actually a huge honor, and I love that they love us so much they don't want our day together to end. The feeling is totally mutual.
However, for at least a few hours they gotta deal, because grown folks gotta be grown folks, without kids, for at least a couple of hours every day. Clearly kids know this (or will, eventually), but would rather try to make us earn that previous and necessary "alone" time by making the moments before it as difficult as possible. Maybe we can spin it like they're doing us a favor and maybe, just maybe, deep down they know that the harder we have to fight to get them to go to bed, the more we'll appreciate it when they finally do. Yeah, that's what I'll tell myself tonight, when facing all of the things that make bedtime the worst, up to and definitely including the following: