Domestic blitz

I tend to give very brief bedtime kisses; Mr. Bookworm goes for endless bedtimes. I finally realized why.

After dinner, Mr. Bookworm lingers over dinner, turns on the TV, or works at the computer (all things he deserves, because he works very long hours).

After dinner, I hustle the kids (who are protesting) up to their baths. I bathe them and, as needed, wash their hair (which they protest). I then force them out of the bath (a step they protest). If they've had their hair washed, I spend several minutes de-tangling my daughter's snarls (something she is sweet enough not to protest). I then floss their teeth (which they protest). After that, I brush the younger one's teeth, and make sure the older one doesn't miss spots or strip her gums. I then hustle them into their clothes (something they protest). At last, I get them (still protesting) into bed. I then drop a kiss on each brow, and beat a hasty retreat, only to be followed by plaintive cries of "Mommy, can I [something]?" "Mommy, will you [whatever]?" "Mommy, tomorrow do I have to do [that thing]?"

It is only at this point, when the kids are cleaned, brushed, dressed and tucked that Mr. Bookworm appears and begins his leisurely process. Just when I've had it, he gets to start it. No wonder the difference in our bedtime styles.