Yet again, I am posting from a house that is positively swimming in germs and bacteria. In the last few weeks, we have been hit by more viruses that I believe to be truly acceptable.
Although apparently, my opinion is of no consequence in this situation.
The other day, I finally succumbed to the stomach bug that had successfully overtaken two of my three children. As the waves of nausea swept over me, my first thought was, “Ooh, better get the dishes out of the way if I’m going to be ill!” And it got me thinking how much our reactions to everyday situation change after we have children. Before I procreated, my instant response to impending illness would have been “BED!” But now here I am, prioritising essential housework over much needed rest!
It’s a weird old world.
One of the situations where I’ve seen the most change is the bedtime routine. No, I’m not talking about getting the children into bed. I mean me.
When I only had myself to take care of, my bedtime routine probably looked something like this:
- Get into bed.
- Read for a while,
- Go to sleep.
Oh, blissful simplicity!
Without a doubt, parenting brings a whole swathe of changes and challenges into your life. Now, my bedtime routine looks a little more like this:
- Drag myself up from the couch after realising I have dozed off and missed the last twenty minutes of my TV programme.
- Spend ten minutes searching for the front door keys in increasingly imaginative places before discovering that they are, as always, in my handbag.
- Lock front door.
- Get halfway up the stairs before heading back down to switch the heating off.
- Second try!
- Reach the top of the stairs before having a crisis of self-doubt about whether I remembered to lock the back door.
- Nip back down to check.
- It’s locked.
- Finally get as far as the bathroom.
- Brush teeth and attempt an almost silent wee (Squeak’s bedroom is right next door to the bathroom.)
- Ponder reason wee needs to sound like a professional grade power washer at the most inconvenient of times.
- Hold breath and listen for signs of Squeak waking.
- Remember to breathe.
- Creep to Squeak’s doorway.
- Check for breathing.
- Can’t hear her. Listen harder.
- Gingerly step over safety gate and edge closer.
- Lean over Squeak, only to jump back as she takes a loud breath and begins to stir.
- Make a hasty exit, acquiring painful gate-related vulval injury on way out.
- Swear under breath and do elaborate ‘ouchy’ dance on landing.
- Tiptoe up to big girls’ bedroom.
- Trip over three teddies and land on a Lego block. In bare feet.
- Engage in silent scream.
- Give Big Girl a kiss and tuck her in (kid snores like a steam engine, no need for double checking here!)
- Listen for Little Girl’s breathing.
- Wonder why she appears to hold her breath the very moment I go to check on her.
- Bring my face closer to hers and strain ears.
- Still nothing.
- Lightly poke her cheek.
- Get smacked in the face as she violently turns over.
- She’s still breathing.
- Tiredly drag myself into bedroom and collapse into bed.
- Speedily leap back out.
- Remove six soft toys and a day-old kids’ sock from the bed. Oh, and something… pointy.
- Lie down with a sigh and snuggle down.
- Get out book for some late night reading and relaxation.
- Check alarms for the next day and put phone on to charge.
- Turn over and strangle myself with charger wire.
- Begin making a list in my head of all the things I need to do tomorrow.
- Recall all the things I forgot to do today.
- Suppress urge to go and see if I remembered to lock front door.
- What’s that noise?
- Read more.
- Ok, what’s that noise?
- Roam house hunting for burglars.
- Admonish myself for being a damn idiot.
- Sink back under covers.
- Weep inside as Squeak chooses this moment to wake up.
- Settle her back down again and sneak away.
- Get back into bed.
- Fall asleep still wearing glasses (always).
- Wake with a start as child climbs into bed.
- Listen to detailed account of distressing nightmare that brought her there.
- Forcibly remove glasses from muchly dented face.
- Rub aching nose.
- Go back to sleep.
- Groan as Squeak wakes again.
- Tuck her into my bed.
- Unleash breast from top.
- Fall into haze of unconsciousness.
- The end <yawn>
I have to say, I’ve experienced slightly more relaxing bedtime rituals in my life. And I live in hope that one day, one day, I may again!
I’m not feeling massively optimistic, though.
How about you? How does your routine measure up?