Right before bed.
Some nights it’s all I can do to not scream. Come on. GET ON YOUR PJ’s. Why are you not brushing your TEETH? Stop fooling around and listen. I’m not going to tell you again. Eli! Where is your blanket? Evie!! Come on. GET ON YOUR PJ’s.
I just want them in bed. Sleeping. So I can have a few hours of time on the couch. Some nights I can’t get them in bed fast enough. Some nights I’ve just had enough. It’s too late. Eli’s been up since 4:45 and I just can not handle one more tantrum. Evie has spent the past 20 minutes in the bathroom playing with her hair while looking in the mirror instead of brushing her teeth. We read enough earlier in the day. We don’t have to read again, right? It’s straight to their beds.
And then some nights we all climb into our bed. We cuddle and the kids giggle at Leo who plays with daddy and then jumps up on the covers with us. We read Bible verses and Evie says how she remembers that one from church and Eli talks about being a nice friend at school and Evie brings up a friend who wasn’t so nice and then we talk about that and so on and so on. Eli talks about being afraid in his room and Evie scoots closer to him and tells him it’s okay and daddy offers to pray. And then we take them to their rooms and I remind them just how loved they are and how special they are. And Evie tells me about her school day and maybe something that’s worrying her and I try to navigate any girl drama. I tell her that she’s the daughter of the King and she smiles. And Eli asks me to snuggle with him and tells me he loves me to Jesus and back and then asks for daddy one last time. And I forget about how long it took for them to brush their teeth and get on their PJ’s and I just want a few more minutes with them just like this.