Daylight Savings: Night Two

So Arie was so tired this evening, he lost it with his brother and, after screaming at him, hit him in the back. I took away Arie's extra reading so he yelled at me and refused to brush his teeth, then began issuing threats until he'd lost his entire bedtime ritual.

Éiden, on the other hand, in spite of being tired, was an angel. He played nicely in bath, sat next to me enraptured by Green Eggs and Ham, and quietly read to himself for a few minutes after. Yes, he was perfect. Until it was time to get in bed. Then he was out, and in, and out, and bothering his brother, and running around upstairs, and getting his brother, who was now wide awake since he was in bed, to join the festivities.

Both the boys lost cartoons for tomorrow and I finally had to threaten Éiden with a spanking to get him to go to sleep.

Gotta love daylight savings.