Sometimes I feel like a really horrible parent. We are so lax around here sometimes. For example, we have no bedtime routine to speak of. At all. At some point during the night, one or several of us get tired, and then we get into bed and go to sleep. Sometimes Wally chooses to sleep in whatever pants he was wearing that day, sometimes he puts on jammie pants, sometimes he sleeps naked (most of the time). He always brushes his teeth. (as do we.) Sometimes we watch a TV show. Sometimes we read. Sometimes we do both. Sometimes we just go to sleep. Sometimes, we spend an hour telling Wally that he doesn’t have to sleep but if he’s going to be in bed with us, he absolutely must lay still and quiet. (He is also permitted to get up and play in his room if he’s not tired, or to sit in the chair in the bedroom and play. I’ve found him a few nights curled up in the chair, sleeping.)
But, while it seems so disorganized and like the total opposite of good parenting, it’s how it’s always been and it seems to work. Every time we’ve tried to be more formal about bedtime, it’s lasted like 3 days and then we don’t follow the routine for some reason, and that’s it…
Everything I’ve read suggests that a good bedtime routine is essential to a happy, healthy family. But we all get to sleep, we all get a reasonable amount of sleep (well, ok, except me), and there aren’t any battles. 9 nights out of 10, there’s no arguing or trouble about going to sleep. The other night… it’s usually that he’s either not tired (due to nodding off in the car, usually) or he’s too tired and has leaped over into hyperactivity.
So…there you go.