Bedtime

I've decided that bedtime is my favorite part of the day. Not mine, theirs. My kids were rotten today. When I picked up my kids from daycare today, the only one of the 3 that had taken a nap this afternoon was Kyra. She only took about 10 or 15 minutes. To top it off, we weren't going home but rather to a friend's house because I had agreed to watch her kids until she got off of work. The boys were in the mood to test their limits to the extreme and Kyra did not want to be put down. So I had the boys screaming at each other and Kyra screaming at me. This lasted through the majority of the day. When we got home I immediately put kids in the bathtime. The screaming did not stop there. As a matter of fact I think it got louder. But we somehow got kids clean and dressed in their pjs and up the stairs we went. We brushed teeth without incident (unless you count Nick falling backwards off the toilet) and it was time to be tucked in. I put Kyra down first because she was the most tired and the most ready for bed and then went into the boys room to tuck them in. They were so good. We sang our good night song, said our prayers, kissed and hugged, said our "I love you's" and said good night. They were so sweet and so cooperative. I think somehow, somewhere between the bathroom downstairs and the beds my children disappeared and were replaced by robots, or maybe aliens. No definitely couldn't have been my children: they've been in bed for half an hour and I haven't had to go up there once. Not a noise out of the room. Must have finally found an off button. ;)