I admit it. I mostly hate bedtime. Not mine, I love my bedtime. Some days I just really hate the children’s bedtime. It truly is like doing an aerobic workout. It’s exhausting.
It’s not awful every night but tonight it was pretty bad. I know Freddie is really tired having started back at school but his behaviour as soon as it comes to getting upstairs is terrible. Flying solo makes it tougher.
I think his sensory processing is all out of kilter at the moment. I’m sure it’s worse when he is tired. He chose the shower this evening but started freaking out the minute the water was running. He started shouting and screaming as soon as he was under the shower head. To anyone walking by, it would have sounded like I was beating him. I wasn’t.
Getting him dressed, drying his hair, giving him his meds etc all sounded like a torture session.
The whole act of getting a quick shower, popping on PJ’s and cleaning teeth should have taken what, about 10 minutes, maybe fifteen? Forty minutes later, I’ve managed to get him in to bed. This is my equivalent of training for a marathon.
Thank goodness for Bella. She was a total star. She read to Jago and brushed her own hair and teeth whilst she waited for me. She can be a handful and strong willed at times Which will be a positive attribute in coming years) but tonight she really pulled out all the stops. I realised how grown up she is for a four year old. She got in the shower, requested Jago get in too, washed herself and her own hair and helped him too. What an amazing little person. Sometimes siblings have to grow up so much more quickly out of necessity. My little girl is becoming so independent in so many ways.
Although this time of night is often a time I dread, especially if I am without Ollie, the end result is always one of calm and love. Honestly, it takes forever to get all three of them down. Part of the reason though, is that on top of all of the above plus reading books, Ollie and I both lay on each of their beds individually for a cuddle. It is a few minutes to tell each one of them that I love them and to talk about anything special to them (positive or negative) from their day. We talk about how they are feeling, who they played with and what was the best bit of their day.
By this time, Freddie is usually calm and back to his happy, chilled, kind and loving self. I lay by his side and cuddle him. He tells me for the umpteenth time, who they picked up on the bus on the way to school, about the big blue car and having dinner in the dinner hall. We have a lot of repetition in our conversations. Sometimes it can feel like Groundhog Day but what I remind myself, is that Freddie wants to communicate verbally so much so we encourage it and try to expand upon it. Once upon a time, we didn’t know if he would ever have spoken language. Taking that little extra time with each of my children has really helped bond us together in what is a very chaotic household.
Calm is resumed. I can leave their room knowing that no matter what, they know I love them.
Phew, where is the Gin?