Bedtime is for them.
First, I enjoy time with my children, we read a book, snuggle a little, talk about the book, and I sing the same. song. every. night. The girls snuggle in eagerly, pull their covers up at their chin, and I kiss them goodnight, while I inch out the door singing “It Is Well With My Soul.” I’ve often been quite amused to find the girls imitating this routine, with Emma being tucked in, and Sarah singing the song. I have been occasionally pleasantly surprised when they join in the singing. After singing the song, I tiptoe into my room, where I invariably find Emma…waiting. She doesn’t sleep till hours later, but meanwhile, she gets some precious alone time with Mommy. Then bedtime.
Blissful bedtime. And, I’m alone. Beautifully alone. With nothing but my laptop, my blog, my thoughts and my bed.
It takes… oh, a half hour till I’m out these days, but then there are the days I’m so wired that I get glorious alone time till 1 am, then I have to put myself to bed! And then… I curse myself the following day with vehemence known to no man.
Like I said, bedtime is for Moms.