At 9:30 p.m., over a plate of cold steak and carrot sticks, my son tells me that a girl at school spit on him.
“What?! Why?” I ask.
He shrugs and continues to chew a piece of steak.
“Did you tell the teacher?”
“Of course!” he replies. ‘Of course’ is his new favorite phrase and his response to just about anything. He crunches a carrot and continues, “The teacher wiped me off, so I didn’t get any germs.”
He switches to a new topic and starts to express outrage over the fact that his stuffed animal spider, Spinner, does not have fangs. If he does not have fangs, how can he eat? This question has caused many sleepless nights recently.
I’m still stuck on his spitting story. Someone spit on my boy! I’m outraged and horrified and sad. I’m also intensely curious about what else happened during his day that I do not know about. Hours ago when I asked him to tell me about his school day, he had only stared at me blankly. There were no stories of spitting and gym teachers having to de-germ him.
This is why when my son comes out of his room at 9:30 p.m. (a good hour after I tucked him in!) and tells me that his tummy is rumbling, I usually let him skip his way over to the dining room table where the plate of food he refused to eat earlier waits for him.
Yes, I know this is not helping any of the problems I spend much of my time complaining about. This does not solve his picky eating habits, and this definitely does not solve his current sleep issues.
BUT, this seems to be the only time when his stories tend to surface. In a dimly lit dining room without the distractions of a chatterbox sister, a million plastic dinosaurs, or the television, he fills in some of the blanks.
It is not ideal that this occurs hours after bedtime over a plate of food he refused to eat with the rest of the family, and I still don’t always get all of the details. Why, oh, why would someone spit on my son!?
However, I do treasure these moments. During his “midnight snack,” grateful for the attention and the reprieve from his bedroom, my son is a little softer around the edges. When I finally walk him back to his room, he gives me a big hug and tells me, “Thanks, Mama. My heart is full of love for you.”
How can I possibly say no when he comes out of his room tonight?
Anyone else struggle with kids and bedtime? What is your kids latest bedtime delay tactic? My kids have clearly fine tuned their skills! Master Bedtime Delayers!