The Huggie Hour

In  a perfect world, our nighttime routine would go something like this:

5 pm: Pick up child from daycare where you have dinner at the ready because the first thing you’re asked when she sees you is “what’s for dinner?” 1

5:15 to 5:45 pm: Eat.

5:45 to 6:30: Play. Outside, inside or whatever.

6:30 to 7:00: Bath

7:00 to 7.30: Snack

7:30 Bedtime starts. She has a half an hour to get all the hugs, water, pee, lost toys , - you name it - out of her system.

That should be the end of it. Kid in bed at 8pm. Done.

Instead our night usually goes something like this:

Let me clarify a few things:

1. The nudity involves the child. Not the Wife.
2. I did come home. reluctantly.

From what I can gather there was some push back on  getting pj’s on so the wee one stripped naked and screamed her lungs out for an hour until she collapsed - or at least agreed to put on PJ’s and go to bed. By the time I got home, you wouldn’t have guessed there was any trouble at all.  Go figure.

Apparently the child apologized for all the screaming and carrying on as she was going to bed.

And with that, all is forgiven. Heck, even the Tonies2 came back.

Thank you for reading Tidy Husband.