We can spend forty-five minutes trying to get them to bed, absolutely exhausted and irritated at their hyperactivity and zeal at 9 pm at night (and with little to no naps!). There comes that tipping point, like in the movie Terms of Endearment, when Debra Winger’s sons are walking out to the car with her and her interested man. The sons try to ask her a question and she politely asks them to go to the car and wait for her. They do not listen and ask again, and with a little more irritation in her voice she responds “go wait at the car hunny.” They ask yet again and she finally bursts out “GO WAIT AT THE CAR HUNNY!”
I remember laughing so hard at that scene when I was a teenager not having any clue that such a scene would be my life in my thirties with two kids. Actually, I guess that scene does not occur very often… I think back to Debra Winger’s acting and wonder if it was that hard for her to act that scene out or whether she just imagined her own kids doing that and nature took over.
I pulled a Debra Winger the other night with M&M when I was trying to get them to go down to sleep. Maria had chosen a book to read, which we did as Mario ran around the room pointing guns at us and threatening us with his plastic sword. Then it was Mario’s turn.
“Get a book Mario, and then it is bedtime.”
He continued to play Ninja.
“Ok, bedtime, then.”
“No, Mommy. Book.”
“Get your book, then, Mario.”
He continued to run around chasing Maria with his sword.
“Get your book, Mario,” I pronounced a little more emphatically.
He stayed the course of chasing Maria with his sword.
“Mario, GET YOUR BOOK OR ELSE BEDTIME NOW!”
He placed the sword down on the chair and got Clifford. Maybe I just need to start at that tone right away?
After reading and rocking, I finally got to head downstairs for some peace. I wrote, ate some ice cream, and trekked back upstairs to call it a night. And what did I find?
Those boisterous, high-energy children sleeping like little fairies in their beds. Maria had even changed into one of my old silk nighties (that I got for my wedding!), which made me just want to eat her up. It is funny how your mind lets all the irritations and anger slip away in one quick second after seeing little babes resting like this. I guess it is nature’s way of protecting the young. Make sure they look sweet and angelic shortly after their tirades so mom and dad stick around another day.