I am thankful for bedtime. Not the fact that the boys are in their beds, all tidy and cozy in their jammies and I am free to decompress.
Actually, I love the bedtime ritual. It is usually the one time of the day I get to spend a few quiet one on one moments with each of the them. We snuggle up in their beds, read stories, and talk about random things that happened during the day. It is often the time I hear Mudge's voice sing the songs he learned at school. Or when Boog tells me about what he wants to earn after he achieves his thirty stars. I love it when Mudge tells me to lay with him just a few more minutes, which I indulge a little. It is just a sweet short time that I learn a little more about them, besides their spazzy crazy selves I see during the lighted hours.
I am incredibly thankful that I have those few moments to share with them, happily.