I am tired. It's 9 at night. I just want to relax but we must live a nightly production of the 5 year old who won't go to sleep.
Every night it's a different theme:
I'm scared.
I'm thirsty.
Can I take my shirt off?
Can I sleep with my bakugan?
Can you lay down with me?
Can you read me another story?
I'm REALLY REALLY scared!
The doctor many years ago said to not let him engage me in these things but repeat over and over it's time for bed and walk him back there but somehow he knows at the tender age of 5 how to push my buttons into a verbal battle of wills.
They say the definition of an insane person is one who does the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Well here I am insane and drinking. After our typical evening show, I immediately come downstairs and over up a bottle of wine.
I have held him back a year from kindergarten for various reasons but I have dreams that when he finally goes off to kindergarten that maybe this show will have run it's course and a new one will be opening. In the meantime, "Honey, where's the chardonnay?"
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