Worst time of day for my parenting: bedtime.
Problem? Me. Mainly. Which is funny, because it looks like it is the kids. They're the ones bouncing on the beds, fighting over whose bed is whose, tormenting each other by touching the other person's stuff, groaning and/or running the other way when the toothbrush is mentioned...
Solving me is always more difficult than solving them.
During the school year, it isn't quite as bad - they mutter and grump some, but they know it is school the next day, and prefer to be well-rested. We've allowed the occasional late night, and then allowed them to discover what that means the next day, for them. It's one of the most natural consequences that we've got, and it is an obvious one-to-one thing. Late to bed, sucky getting up.
But in the summer, we have a nanny, and they don't have to get up right away and get dressed and go anywhere at all. So... why go to bed on time?
And going to bed on time is then really about us going to bed on time, not them. If they're asleep, we can go to sleep, too. Or if they're quiet, anyway.
It's taken me the entire summer to figure out that the biggest issue is mine - it's my stubborn streak, my grumpies, and my desire to make them go to sleep (because I am tired) that sets up the conflicts most. Yes, there'd be some resistance regardless, because going to bed is less fun than bouncing around. But not so much.
So, we're working on me. Or I am, anyway. Last night was better, as a result. I didn't keep my cool the entire time, but did decide that it wasn't really useful to insist on doing the settling-down reading and story time after teeth and potty - that was my preference, they didn't have the same idea about order of activities. So we did story/settling first. And they settled. It still took more time than I'd prefer, but they settled, and I didn't have quite the usual fights over the toothbrushing.
One night down, moving in the right direction.
Maybe by the time school starts, I'll have figured me out. I've got a week! Er. Sigh.
Too bad I didn't identify that I was a big chunk of the problem at the beginning of the summer. Ah, well, there's always another chance to try again.