I am not a morning person. If the day didn't start til noon, I would be so much more productive. And I hate morning people. You ever roll into work in the morning, half-asleep, hair still wet because blow-drying it would have taken away an extra 10 minutes of sleep, sucking down caffeine in an attempt to feel human, and some obnoxious fool comes bounding in, loud, hyper, energetic, just so damn cheery, and you just want to rip their face off and then crawl back into bed? That's me. Don't talk to me before 10 a.m., seriously.
So, it's good for me that my children are also not morning people. They wake up sometime in the 8 o'clock hour, and sometimes even the 9 o'clock hour if we let them (and we sure do on the weekends... they normally go to school at 8:30 for breakfast though). The problem is, they also don't want to go to bed at night. (Again, my problem as well.)
Their bedtime is 9pm, but it isn't unusual to push it later because we have stuff to get done, baths and violin and chores. Last night, Vee was placed in her crib at 9:15 after her post-bath pedicure (she wanted red toes), two books, and performing her new chore (feeding the dog... this only has to be done once every few days because she massively overflows the bowl, and the dog doesn't like dog food enough to over-eat). Cora then wanted a story out of the Greek mythology book. We read the one about Athena's gift of the olive tree to Athens, and then she wanted to talk about whirlpools, because "they're called something funny, right? carrobs?"(Charybdis, and I don't even know how she knew that, since we hadn't gotten to the Odyssey yet), so then we ended up talking about the Iliad, because the Odyssey doesn't really make sense outside of the context of the Trojan War, and somehow it's 10pm before she went to sleep, to happily dream of sea monsters.
Meanwhile, Vee is not sleeping. Vee is talking, she is playing, she is not sleeping. Finally, by about 10:30, her insomnia begins to upset her, and she starts crying. It's not unusual for her to still be awake at 10, but very unusual for her to cry about it. So, I go snuggle her, and she's so obviously very tired. I ask her if she's ready to go back in her crib. "NOOOO!" Then the bribery: "If you lay down in your crib, you can listen to Austin Moon." Big smiles.
So, she laid down in her crib, I laid down in the bed in her room, turned on "Austin Moon" on my iPhone, and read on my Kindle app while it played. She gives a muffled "yay" after each song, until finally she falls asleep. I stay up until 12:30 reading Clash of Kings, and wonder why I was tired this morning.