Bryson & Bedtime

Seems the only time I make time to write is when I have something to complain about and well today is no different really. So I'll start with something other than my grumpiness.

Today is Bryson's 9th birthday. It's so hard to believe that my persnickety little boy is 9. I can remember him as a baby more clearly than all my other babies. He was a fickle little monster as a newborn. He hated people, he hated being touched, he hated being held, Brys just flat out hated being a baby. He was only happy in a corner facing a wall with no human interaction. Crazy how things change. He's outgoing, with lots of friends and just an all around great kid. He loved his present today, a new skateboard. He wasn't upset at all when Mom screwed up and didn't have enough candles for his cake. I'm just so lucky to have him in my life. I love him so much.

It's bed time here, which loosely translates to Heather's own personal hell. Matt and I had bed time down, we really did, pre all the insanity that has been the last year and a half here. We'd put the kids to bed, there was no fights over drinks, or tv time, or I'm hungry, they just went to bed. Don't get me wrong on occasion there were problems with the routine, but for the most part it was smooth sailing. So how did I get here? By letting things slip one little thing at a time. I gradually let bedtime work it's way to later, oops. Then somehow I think when the kids were sick, I started allowing TV, another oops. Then there were the I'm hungry fights, I gave in and now it's even more drama. I swear that in this moment I'd give someone every penny I had just to come and put these monsters to bed. Not that it would get me far because after a few little splurges we are broke. So it's not worth any one's time.

Well I can barely keep my eyes open and it's quiet here. Please, PLEASE, PU-LEEEASE Lord let it stay that way.