Welcome to the Gun Show
October 17, 2007
The other night I could not get my son to stay in his room and go to sleep. He does fine staying in bed if I’m going to bed too, but if I’m staying up, forget it. He’s scared to death he’s going to miss something. I read him some stories, helped him say his prayers and tucked him in, then went to the kitchen to do some cleaning. He managed to get up 1,000 times to tell me such important things as, “I wish we lived at Mrs. April’s” and “I wish I didn’t have a bedtime”. When I told him to quit getting up, he began yelling for me, and when I came in the room he asked important questions, like, “Why do we have bedtimes?”.
I was ready to pull my hair out, and I knew I had to do something. So I pulled out the big guns, and said, “if you get out of bed or yell for me again, I’m donating everything Power Rangers in this house to Goodwill, EVEN the clothes”.
It worked, for a few minutes, then I heard, “MOMMY………..What if I have to pee, can I get up then?”