May 15, 2014
I thought that things would be different.
Getting B to go to bed occasionally borders on ridiculous. Some of his exploits have been legend – wait for it- dary (word to Barney Stinson!). He’s a non-stop maniac.
Conversely. J has such a chill personality. I figured that once she hit the terrible twos, by comparison, getting her to hit the sack every night would would be Easy Street.
As usual, I was wrong.
Take the the other night, for example. K had gone out, so it was just me with the kiddos. My routine evening was then, of course, interrupted by the Bedtime WTF Awards! The nominees are:
1) To encourage the kids to use the toilet before bed, we’ve been giving them little treats if they go potty. What a foolproof system, right? No possible room for loopholes. So, with the promise of chocolate, B dutifully took a duty in one bathroom, and J took a tinkle in the other bathroom. After I gave them their chocolate, B said that he had to go again. He clearly just wanted another chocolate, and held in some poop, so he took off to the bathroom J was in previously. Yeah, Maybe my system isn’t so foolproof, I know. J, upon realizing that there was a chance for more chocolate, ripped off her diaper and took off to the bathroom that B was in before. I helped her onto to the toilet and had this conversation:
Me – ‘Do you have to pee?’
J (smiling, in a sing songy voice) – ‘Nooo.’
Me – ‘Do you have to poop?’
J (same goofy grinning singy voice) ‘Noo.’
Me – ‘So why are you here?’
Silence. Blank stare. Then she hopped down and walked away.
Logic: 1, chocolate loving toddler: 0.
2) After the kids’ bowels were empty, it was story time! I asked B to pick a story. He looted his book shelf…and selected the one book that wasn’t a story. It was some educational phonics workbook. I told him to try again. He did some more looting…and, with a smirk, handed me the same workbook, but upside down.:
3) I figured that I’d stay upstairs and get some important work done. And by important work, I mean stretch out in my bed and watch Lebron James work his magic. The kids were in B’s room. Suddenly, J walked into my room. She had her nightie lifted up and was wearing a pull up diaper in such a way that it somehow looked like she had crotchless panties on. I walked her back to B’s room, and saw that B was trying on different pyjamas and pull ups. I don’t know, maybe he was walking the red carpet later and wanted to pick the right outfit.
4) Anyway, I got them dressed proper after that, and left. All was quiet for a few minutes. J then walked in my room again, but with B following her. She closed my bathroom door, closet door, and then my bedroom door behind her as she left. I got up, went to follow them, and saw that every door was closed upstairs.
Me – ‘What is J doing?’
B aka Captain Obvious – ‘She closed all the doors, dad.’
Me – ‘Why?’
More silence. More blank stares.
5) After getting them tucked in, I left to go back to my game. I could hear the kids talking. Not long after, B ran into the playroom. Said that he wanted a couple of toys. OK whatever. Not long after that, J walked by pulling this:
I saw her loading it up with a bunch of random things. Cars, stuffed animals, a box. She then walked back with it to B’s room. Weird. At the next commercial, I went to see what the deal was. To say that it was a disaster would be an understatement. They had took apart a shoe rack from B’s closet. B had put blankets and pillows on a couple of rack pieces. He actually stacked two pieces so that one end was elevated up a bit. I have no idea what J had in mind. She had the pull toy on top of her rack, on top of her pillow. I stood there in shock, like my name was Jay-Z and my wife’s sister suddenly started pummelling me in an elevator. B climbed over the mess, wrapped himself in a blanket, and lied down on a rack:
B – ‘We made fancy beds!’
Me – ‘No more playing! No fancy beds!’
B – ‘But where can I sleep?’
Me – ‘In your bed!’
We tidied up a bit. Shockingly enough, they were fast asleep a few minutes later.
That night’s winner: Lebron. Doesn’t matter what the competition is, Lebron always wins.
That night’s loser: Me.