Bath Night Policy
I can’t remember if I’ve written about our household bath night policy or not, so if I have, please forgive me.
Daniel and I trade off whose night it is to give Wesley a bath and put him to bed. If it is your bath night, you can elect to skip the bath and simply put him in his jammies, brush his teeth, and tuck him into bed. However, it remains your bath night until you actually give him a bath.
So in theory, you could elect to just do jammies four nights in a row if you want, but you’re stuck with bedtime for that long. Boo! So it behooves you to actually bathe him in a timely fashion.
I tend to skip the bath on my first night “on” and do it the second night. Sometimes third. The absolute WORST is when Daniel gives him a bath the very next day so I only get one night off. Blergh!
It’s no secret that I dislike bath nights. They just take so long and everything is annoying and by the end I am so grumpy and exhausted I just want to go to bed myself.
Plus, there’s the bedtime snack issue. Unless you spend about an hour coaxing Wesley to finish a bunch of snacks, he will allow himself to be put to bed and the he’ll start sobbing that he’s SO HUUUUUUNGRY and he won’t go to sleep until he’s eaten.
It is beyond frustrating.
All this to say that today Daniel offered to trade me dish duty for picking up some extra bath nights and YESSSSS BY ALL MEANS. I don’t like doing dishes but they are not nearly as arduous as a bath night.
Haha, so interesting to hear how you guys do things. Here we have a bath every night because it’s just so entrenched into our routine, Karl usually supervises (because I do the lion’s share of looking after them in the day). The only exception is if we’ve been out late and the kids are just too knackered to go through that step.
Sometimes bath takes a few minutes, sometimes half an hour (by which point the water is cold) – just long enough for the kids to reach tipping point from awake and sparky to niggly and wanting bed. Karl then takes Izzy to bed and I do Oliver, although recently we’ve been swapping over now that Oli is fine settling without boob.
I hate bedtimes, even quick bedtimes, because by the end of the day I’m knackered and just want to sit on the sofa eating biscuits and drinking wine, ha.
Ahh the tweets make sense now, LOL!