Tonight as we were brushing my 5 year old’s teeth before bedtime, he said “how come you are more nice at night than in the morning?” It gave me a start and I looked at him quizzically.
“What do you mean? Am I not nice in the morning?”
“No, you are, just sometimes you’re nicer at night.”
I thought to myself…well son, I can taste my freedom right now. I just need to get all 3 of you kidlets in bed (and keep you there) and I’ll get a few blissful hours off the clock. I have a date with Netflix!
After a brief moment I said “Well sweetie, sometimes I’m pretty tired in the morning, especially if I haven’t had coffee yet.” (Like the night before when I got in bed at 12:30, was up at 3:30 with a little one, and up for good just after 6.)
I gave him another hug and told him that if he ever felt like I wasn’t being nice, maybe I needed a good hug.
I love all 3 of my kids equally…except the one who goes to bed on time tonight. I might love him a tiny bit more. 😉