I just want to give a big shout out to my wife for tonight’s display of darn good parenting. This is the brilliant stuff that Armin Brott and the Sears’ would never have the guts to put in one of their books.
I stepped out earlier to pick up the laundry and some dinner (we’ve been so busy cleaning and getting ready for the holiday that we forgot to cook!). When I returned home my wife was telling the boy that it was 7:00 and that he had 30 minutes until bedtime. My son’s bedtime is law, seven days a week, and he takes it as such. Seven o’clock is when you start to wind down and get ready for bed. And when the big hand is on the six and the little one is on the seven you are under the covers. What he didn’t know was that it was actually 6:00. After putting the boy in the shower, the wife seized her opportunity and moved all the clocks in the apartment ahead one hour.
I was a little disoriented at first, then I was utterly impressed. My wife had pushed manipulated time. Then she simply said “He’s been fussing and carrying on all day. He needs to go to bed. I can’t take it anymore.” I don’t care what anyone says, that was awesome. The boy was snoring by 6:33. We’ve been relaxing for the last four hours.