Recently, the bedtime routine has become increasingly trying. E staunchly refuses to get pajamas on, brush his teeth, come for prayer, stay in his room, leave the lights off and just stop screaming for heaven's sake! L, perhaps feeding off of all the chaos, has become the Houdini of diapers. Within five minutes of putting him to bed, he's managed to strip down naked and have some kind of smelly accident, forcing us to give a bath, do a load of laundry, and go through the goodnight routine all over again.
It's exhausting, especially after we've already had a long day and patience is short.
So I probably shouldn't have been surprised when I came home and found a huge hole in the boy's bedroom door.
Apparently, E had run away when told it was time for pajamas. He had to be dragged from behind the sofa, up the stairs and then into the bedroom. While J was then busy getting clean sheets for the bed, E slammed the door and locked it from the inside. J couldn't find the key. He banged on the door and bellowed for E to unlock it, but E hid and refused to answer.
So Jared decided to kick his way in.
I can't help but chuckle when I think of how terrified E probably was, watching his daddy kick a hole in the door a la Jack in The Shining.
Maybe that'll teach him to go to bed on time. :)