I have a confession to make. Sometimes I’m so exhausted at the end of my day that I change the time on my microwave clock and home phone and fast forward the time to two hours ahead and say to my daughter, “It’s 9:45 pm!” That’s two whole hours past your bedtime! Do you realize how late it is?? You need to get to sleep right away!!!”
I know this is sneaky and borderline crazy, but putting Sunny down is not just a regular bedtime routine. It’s a major negotiation process. I say two books, two stories and a surprise. She counters with, “Two books, three stories and a surprise, maybe a massage.” And the worst part of negotiating with Sunny is that she feels in no way obligated to stand by the terms of the negotiated deal. We will read 2 books and tell 2 stories and right as it is time for her to go to sleep, she will immediately begin a renegotiation. She’s like a daytime TV actress.
And then she wants to personally pick out her nighttime “surprise” and she normally makes me go through every kitchen cabinet looking for something that will strike her fancy. That takes FOREVER. “No, Sunny, we don’t have any souffle. How do you even know what souffle is?” She can’t decide if she wants chocolate or a cookie or whatever else we have to offer.
But the joke is on me, after all. The other day I forgot to change the clock back on the microwave, woke up super early (6am) and started waking up my husband and Sunny screaming that he was going to be late for work and she was going to be late for school. He kept asking why it was dark outside and since when has the baby slept until 8:15? They showed up at Sunny’s school 2 hours before it opened and ended up having a long breakfast at IHOP.