Sleepeasy

I can hardly believe this myself, but my boys are napping, in their beds. No-one has screamed themselves in vomiting rage at the very idea of nap-time, or even raised so much as a single protest, come to think of it. We haven't done nap-time since The Boy started school in September, but I thought I'd float the idea and before I knew it we were clambering into bed together and hunkering down for stories. The sub-zero temperatures and total lack of central heating might have had something to do with it, actually.

And get this; I took them to the park this morning, vowing to last at least 45 minutes before persuading them back home so as I could be in altogether more reassuring proximity to the kettle and the secret biscuit stash. But after 30 minutes they asked if they could go home yet.

Which reminds me of Dada’s efforts to stage a late night adventuring extravaganza during the holidays. First he thought fish and chips for tea would be a lovely treat, but after 5 minutes of him insisting that we should eat them outside on the bench by the marina, watching the stars, they were literally shaking with cold and BEGGING to be allowed to sit in the car. We came home, and after another 30 minutes of staying up late to watch movies, The Boy suddenly stood up, turned off the TV and pleaded with us “Can it be bedtime now, pleeeease?”

I think all those nights of sleep-training and endless days of setting a nap-time habit must have over-developed their propensity for sleep, or something. Of course, there’s also the fact that they’re pretty high maintenance every waking minute. I think if I burned up that much energy I’d need alot of sleep too.

The problem is, I coaxed them up the stairs to bed with cuddles and stories, and the all-important promise of dinner at Dada’s place of work tonight. Except Dada’s just called to say dinner is cancelled, so he’ll be home early. Which means I am DOOMED when they wake up, and realise they’ve been duped.

Eek.