Every night around 7:30 it’s the same routine. “Wyatt, it’s time to get ready for bed.” But I’m not ready for bed. Just because my parents are ready for their “quiet wine time” doesn’t mean that I am. I’m 8 years old. I have things to do. Do you think that the Lego Ninjago Ultra Sonic Raider vehicle just builds itself, mom? It doesn’t. It takes work and time, especially since I, as you say, “refuse” to read the instructions. Life doesn’t come with instructions, mom. I guess she’ll learn that when she’s older.
First I have to brush my teeth. I’ve only lost a couple of my baby teeth, so most of my teeth are going to fall out soon. Sooo…why am I wasting all my time brushing them again? You other kids know what I mean, right? That’s 2 minutes every night that I won’t get back!
This next part is okay. It’s story time. We get a little further into Harry Potter every night, which is exciting, but my parents always stop too soon. Something big just happened to Harry and I’m expected to wait a whole day until I find out how it turns out?! What if my mom’s favorite show “Scandal” ended each episode like that? I bet she would hate it too.
My logical arguments against bed time never seem to make a difference with my parents:
I have important work to do.
“You can do it tomorrow.”
Why do I have to brush for 2 minutes?
“Because I said so.” (I get this one a lot, actually.)
What happens next?
“You’ll find out tomorrow night.”
Kids, there’s just no reasoning with parents some times. This struggle every night is exhausting and I wish I could just go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
