To: My Neighbor who thinks way too highly of me
From: The Least Perfect Mama in the Entire World
You like to tell your daughter that when I call the children into the house for supper, they drop everything and come in.
This, I can assure you, is completely misleading.
Not only do they not come running. Not only do they start to cry and fuss. Not only do they complain that they have to stop playing.
But generally, I have to chase one or more around the house and threaten (big time) that they are going to starve to death if they do not come NOW! It doesn’t matter if they don’t want to. If you don’t come, you don’t eat, and there will be no snack for you, mister! Just try me!
Honestly, I can’t believe you haven’t observed this regular occurence. This almost daily occurrence. By the way, how do you spell occurrence/occurence?
My dear friend, I would also like to assure you that my children are rarely in bed by 8:00, so there should be no exclaiming that at 8:00 the lights are always out–no exceptions.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
8:00 is my goal.
8:00 is my destination.
8:00 is a nice theory.
But does 8:00 happen?
We are lucky to be finishing reading by 8:30 and convincing everyone that sleep is really what they would like to participate in. Sometimes we are even lucky to be reading.
So no! We do not get our kids to bed by 8:00.
8:00 is so highly elusive that if we catch it, Chris and I do a happy dance, spring for Culvers or Dairy Queen, and watch movies into the wee hours of the morning.
Okay, so maybe not.
No, we are much too old for that.
What we really do is dance a happy dance, eat ourselves whatever munchy food we can find, and start sawing logs before we can even say “Good Night!”