In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Full Moon.”
Tonight was the night. I felt like I lost control over our bedtime routine. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I reinforced an earlier sleeping time with my kids. I know they weren’t sleepy yet and it’s impossible that they’ll settle down early without warning. But I forced them anyway. Our bedtime routine is usually a long one: wash, play, milk, books, prayer, stories, and long conversations. But earlier tonight, it was merely wash and milk. I told them to sleep early since I have to finish something once they are asleep.
It turned out that for almost an hour, I fought a frustrating bedtime battle with my son, and clearly, I didn’t win. It was a battle full of scolding and crying. When I realized that we were not going anywhere, I gave up. And, it was the best decision I did.
So we all calmed down, talked more softly, gave hugs and kisses and said sorry. I decided to forget about what I have to finish and just be with the kids. I was back to my normal self and we did our normal bedtime routine. We spent the next hour reading, praying, and having a long conversation. My daughter asks a lot of questions during bedtime. It’s my favorite as I love how she opens up so many things to me at this time. Why did I even try to skip that part earlier? I don’t know. I’m really crazy. I guess I blame it to full moon.