Is it just me who spends anything from 30 minutes to an hour or more flitting between the rooms of her 4 and 6-year-old darlings at bedtime while they predictably, night after night, dick about?
They need a wee, even though they've just had one. One of them's had a pretend bad dream. One's 'fallen' out of bed. They need water. They need another cuddle. They need a song. One of them's singing and refusing to lie still, the other's standing on his f*ing windowsill looking out at the garden.
I flit from one to the other, trying to keep my voice gentle and relaxed, occasionally lapsing into snappy as I escort one or other back to bed. Again.
It is SO ANNOYING. Seriously, I know I'm not alone, but at what age do they just go to bed with a cuddle and a story and go the fuck to sleep?
I'm lucky enough to be pregnant again with my third DS, due in August, and am just wondering how many more years of restless bedtimes I have to look forward to!