The Absolute Horror That Is Bedtime In My Household

Every night is the same: dinner, usually dessert, clean up, and 30 minutes of child-created debauchery. Each evening has the potential to be okay, but dinner sets the tone and the tone is always loud. My three kids are 9 and 6—the six-year-olds are twins. They have the manners of feral animals no matter how hard I have tried to correct, teach, threaten, or ignore them. Developmentally I suppose they are right on cue, but Jesus take the wheel. The poop and fart jokes, actual farts, and gross noises don’t end when dinner is done. It’s almost like dinnertime creates the snowball that is about to be released down a hill, causing an avalanche of wildness. I am the village and village occupants that are destroyed on the path to bedtime. Yet, even though we do it every night when bedtime rolls around it’s like my kids have never heard of such awful forms of torture.

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