ugh

back at the ball fields again tonight.
this time the boys lost. bad. it was actually a shame.
they had been doing so well.

BUT, all good things must come to an end...and that includes our nights at the ballpark.
(yes, i'm very excited to have my nights back. please don't tell josh!)

after the game, we did the usual.
baths, snack, bedtime.

we've been following this routine for 7 years now. S-E-V-E-N.
so why is it that the children act as if they never see bedtime coming?
why is it that they cry and fuss and complain every single night?
WHY???!!!!????
this is not new, people, get with the program! yes, sadly that's what i want to scream, from the top of my lungs, but it's futile. i know this.

i'm tired and frustrated and even a little sweaty (gross, i know, but this bedtime business is hard work).
but they are all in bed. and it's 8:22.

maybe all the screaming helped...or not.

tomorrow i will try a different tactic.
maybe i'll even have more patience too.
you know, since i have my nights back.