Confessions of a mean mommy.

As promised below, I will tell you all about my less-than-ideal bedtime enforcement tactics…

It seems the only thing that kept the peapod squad in bed for 3 consecutive nights and a couple of naps (ahh…bliss) was a temporary ant problem in their room. As I’ve pointed out here before, they are all
petrified of bugs of any kind. Knowing there were a few ants on the
floor made them afraid to get out of bed…so they fell asleep quickly.
We sort of took advantage of the situation. If we heard them jumping in bed, I’d yell in there, "Hey! If you fall
off your bed the ants might get on you!" They’d lie right back down. I
know it was mean. They’ll probably be talking to a shrink about it one
day. But good grief…it was nice while it lasted. It was fabulous. {Sigh} Alas…my mom tells me it’s cruel to keep
perpetuating the whole fear-of-bugs thing by telling them the ants are
still there when they aren’t. Phooey on her. She doesn’t have to be here at
bedtime every night!

Now we’re back to bedtime maelstrom. I never thought I’d actually miss the ants.

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