I realized a few minutes ago it is 8:04 p.m. on May 10 and there is still enough light to sit outside and read.
For years, when I children were young, we put them to bed at 7 p.m., no matter what time of year it was. Eventually they were both old enough to read until it was dark. But not in the beginning.
We convinced ourselves if was for their 'well-being'--so they'd be rested and ready to face the next day.
Truth be known, if was for 'our' well-being, so we could have several uninterrupted hours of adult time, free of Josh and Mimi.
June, July and August must have been horror stories for them--in bed hours before it was dark! Yet we pulled it off until they were 10 and 7 or so. Amazing!
Josh is much less strict about bedtime for our grand-daughters than we were for him.
I wonder why?
But it kept us sane, and, I believe, made our children the wondrous adults they are today.
Early to bed...and all that....
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