Bedtime around here can be a fiasco. We have a routine that we (I) tend to stick with fairly rigidly or else the entire process goes haywire. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say we could be up until midnight trying to wrangle everybody without set structure. Luckily, that has yet to happen, though Jedi gives it his best shot.
Since Jedi is the oldest, he goes to bed after everyone else. Which is probably a lot later than it should be. Then he tries to stretch it out even further with every trick in the book. Just one more minute, I still have to eat my snack, oh I forgot to go to the bathroom. On and on until I’m about to fall asleep myself.
Once I finally have him settled in bed, it’s not uncommon for him to get back up, pattering down the dark of night in his pajamas to tell me a tale from his day he forgot to earlier. That suddenly dawned on him at the most opportune time. A dire piece of information that I couldn’t make it through the night without.
The other night was the same as any other. I heard him open his bedroom door, his little feet tapping against the hall floor in search of listening ears.
“Hey, Mommy”, he whispered when I was found, “the elephant’s name is Yogo.”
The elephant? What? Oh! “The elephant you were telling me about yesterday, at school?”
“Yeah, his name is Yogo. He has a name tag.”, he says like it was a pent-up secret.
I lead him back to bed, again, before I slipped under my own covers. The elephant’s name is Yogo. My night was now rendered complete.