Bedtime is upon us. And I am starting to feel panic.
Panic that the girls will fight every step of the way.
Panic that I will not remain calm.
Panic that I will yell, and holler, and make us all miserable.
Over something as simple as going to sleep.
Currently the girls are enjoying being goofy with paper towels, dolls, and watching a show on Netflix.
They are so peaceful. And happy.
And I fear this will all end, like it does every night. In tears and yelling.
After they FINALLY fall into dreamland, I will be taking time to medicate my pains, and rest. While fibrosomnia keeps me awake. Knowing full well that the girls will take turns waking up every hour or two all night long.
I am feeling damn hopeless about the whole bedtime debacle. And how it seems to never get better. Only worse and worse each night. We have lived here for 3 weeks, and I am terrified the neighbors will end up complaining enough times, and we will be kicked out.
This is an honest fear of mine.
How do you explain bedtimes noise of this magnitude to someone who doesn't know these kids personally?
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