Go to sleep

Me: guys when we get home I want you to get your pjs on and get into bed. You were up late last night and you need sleep.

Them: ok Mom.

We arrive home. Everyone stalls. Everyone NEEDS to tell me something (because apparently the 30 minutes we spent in the car wasn't enough time to spit it out).

Mr. Mohawk: Mom. Don't let the bugs bite. If they do bite them back ok?!?

Gabby: Mom the dog scratched me.

Jelly Bean: Mom I want the dog to sleep with me. Why do we have to go to bed? My knee hurts. My back itches.

At some point I tune her out.

LM: Mom I'm sorry for not listening earlier today. I'm worried about you spending too much money on school activities.

Me in my head: WTH? Can't I just get one easy bedtime? I have no energy left to explain all of these things in an age appropriate way that doesn't bash your mother.

Me: Please no worries. That's why dad and I work. And we will always figure out a way for you to be involved in school.

Jelly Bean: But we cost to much and we want everything. And I want an iPod and I'm taking ice skating lessons.

Me in my head: you aren't helping your case here kid. Please stop talking.

Me: ok anything else? No? Sleep tight love you. Go to sleep please.

Whispers and talking.

Me: go to sleep.

Whispers and giggling.

Me: I said go to sleep.

Talking and a Shhhhsss

Me: what part of go to sleep wasn't clear? How many times todo I have to say it?

Jelly Bean: Once?

Me: Then why are you still talking? Go to sleep. I don't care if you are bleeding I don't want to hear another peep out of this room.

Which I shouldn't have said because she might get a bloody nose...

Now I know why there is the book go the F to sleep.