I’ll happily admit that there are days when bedtime comes as a bit of a relief; the days when parenting is just plain hard, and you’ve reached the point where either the little ones need to go to sleep, or you’re going to have to shut yourself in the bathroom just so that no-one’s touching you for a moment. But there’s a part of bedtime that I always enjoy, and that somehow seems to lift the mood and settle us all back down again.
I scoop Elma out of the bath and take her off to her room to be dried and pyjama-ed, and H and Kitty get up to whatever hijinks elicits lots of giggles and a small girl dressed and ready for bed, and then we all meet up in Kitty’s bed for story time.
When Elma was really small she’d sit tucked up in my arms, or be wrapped up in her blankie and starting to snuggle down, but these days she’s far too wrigglish to stay on my lap. She climbs up and into Kitty’s bed next to her sister and pulls the duvet up around both of them, and they wriggle a bit more and snuggle together, and then it’s story time.
Kitty choose the book nine times out of ten, and decides whether it’s a Mummy book or a Daddy book; usually depending on who’s available to read, and then we all curl up to listen,
or demand an alternative as the case may be!
There is something just incredibly snuggly about newly washed, tired, ready for bed little ones, and I love that Kitty will quite happily tolerate her sister beside her (just as long as Elma doesn’t start trying to make a bid for whoever is the current favourite teddy), and I love those gentle moments of the four (and a bit) of us snuggled up against the world. In our crazy busy days, especially when H or I or both are working above and beyond the norm, it can be one of very few moments in the day when we’re all together, and for all the work of being a Mummy, it’s being all together that I love the most.
And then, all too soon for some little people, it’s time for night night kisses, night night cuddles and Kitty snuggles down to sleep, while I carry Elma through to her room for milk and cuddles. It’s time for sleepy times.