It’s 6:30 pm and our children are in bed asleep. Blackout curtains and sound machines were invented for me. This article has been making the rounds the past few days about the benefits of an early bedtime (and the boys usually go to bed more than an hour earlier than their mentioned “absurdly” early bedtime). Sure, I could tell you that we put our kids to bed, umm, obscenely early because science says that it will make them healthier and smarter. Screw science. Let’s talk sanity.
We don’t have the money or flexibility in our schedule to do a whole lot of self care. I don’t get massages. Ryan and I don’t do date nights. We don’t go on vacation. But I sure do covet my evenings with wine, adult television and conversation, and the choice to do something productive and responsible, or not. And silence. Glorious silence.
I’m taking advantage of these jokers’ current inability to tell time and lack of evening activity commitments, because I know it won’t last forever.