My 7 year old at eight o'clock last night. He's meant to be in bed with his book; but is usually very busy, making ramps, obstacle courses or rearranging his room. All things I'd much rather he did during the day. And do you see how all the books are propped up? He's always doing this, everything out, on display. It's become our tidy-up tug-of-war.
This one never wants to go to sleep, and never wants to get up.
I'd love it to be an oasis of calm by 8pm, but no matter when I start the bath/bed/book routine, there's usually a touch of desperation creeping in around that time. If they're all in their own beds, I've a chance; but spending a while reading with one, leaves the other two free to make mischief.
And I have to face facts: my eldest is ten now - they are staying up longer and my child-free, evening 'me time' is getting shorter.
I know I'm not handling this well; hence the desperation, and the switch at about 8 from shouty but fair mum to plain old shouty mum. The thing is I still want to clock off at eight, but really need to accept those days are gone.
The Gallery theme is 8pm