That One Moment

Of late, it takes me up to one and a half hours to put Bryan to sleep, be it nap times or bed times. The process involves a lot of cajolling, pleading, scolding and threatening. On top of that, I have to sing my reportoire of 15 Barney songs each time. Bryan would be yawning and furiously rubbing his eyes prior to that, but the moment I bring him into bed, he catches his 2nd wind and goodness me, I have never seen a boy so active! He would be happily singing/talking/yelling while walking on the bed and jumping whilst holding onto the headboard.

Then after an hour or so, he starts crying because he probably realises that he is now over-tired. I'm relieved when that happens because it means he will usually konk out in the next 5mins. But by then, mummy's patience is dental floss-thin already. If there is one moment where I swear of not having more children, this would be it.

What a strange boy.