Adam is working late tonight so I had to put both kids to bed. This is normally not such a big deal. I let William play with his toys or watch a movie or whatever while I put Jadzia down. He's usually happy to get a few extra moments of playtime.
Today Jadzia, independent young woman that she is, did not take a nap. So even though the kids regularly go to bed at 8:30, I decided to try and put her down at 7. I told William my plan, but he didn't think that was such a good idea.
"Could you please put me to bed first?" He asked.
"Are you sure you want to go to bed so early?" I clarified.
So I put the markers away and left Jadzia to play by herself. As William and I were engaging in our regular toothbrushing ritual, he asked if he could have a bath. Since it was early, I agreed. By this time Jadzia had followed us into the washroom. I undressed both children and ran a luke warm bath that was still too "hot" for William and he refused to sit down for the first five minutes.
Once I got bored of watching them spash each other, I told them bath time was over and dried them off. I told William that he could go play with his toys and I would put Jadzia down. He protested.
"No, I want you to put me to bed first."
"I can read you stories first," I bargained. "But then I have to leave right away and not lie down with you."
"And after you put Jadzia down you will come back and lie with me," he negotiated.
I agreed to his proposal since Jadzia seemed happy enough in her bedroom talking to her books. Of course her tune had changed by the time I finished the first of William's stories. I read the second story to the sound of Jadzia wailing and banging on her brother's bedroom door.
I promised William I'd be back as soon as Jadzia was in bed, then I turned the lights off and left.
Within 30 seconds, William was out of bed, stomping around the hallway. When I told him to go back to his room, he began opening and closing Jadzia's door, whining, and generally being a pain.
"You promised you would stay in bed while I read to Jadzia," I reminded him.
"I'm hungry and thirsty," he whined.
Since this was one of those rare nights when he actually ate dinner, I didn't really believe him. "You're not really hungry," I told him, my annoyed voice creeping in.
"I AM HUNGRY!" He burst into hysterics.
"William, if you don't stay in your room while I read to Jadzia, then I will NOT lie down with you!"
Not wanting me to make good on my threat, William retreated to his bedroom, where he continued his melt down. I apologized to Jadzia for all the commotion, then read her some books and sang to her. Luckily, she was tired enough to not be too distracted by the tantrum going on across the hall.
When I got back to William's room I gave him a hug, then talked to him about how I couldn't be in two places at once. He insisted that he still needed a snack.
I got him some fish crackers and cheese and milk. He sat at the table chatting with me, calm as could be. I wish I could recover that quickly after a total emotional breakdown. Of course he had to brush his teeth again, but after that he went to bed without a fight.
By 9:30, he was asleep.