Sharing a Room

Back in the salad days, (when we were living in MT,) our boys had their own rooms. Bedtime was a breeze. Mitch and I would divide and conquer. Each of us would take a child, read a few stories, sing a few songs, turn on the night light and leave. It stayed quiet from the moment we left their room until the next morning, (usually).

Now life has taken a turn for the chaotic. The boys have been sharing a room since we moved and it has been CRAZY to say the least. We try oh so many things to make bedtime less crazy, from threats to bribes to all the stuff the books say your are supposed to do and it just doesn't seem to change things. Daylight savings has made things even worse! We hear them settling down at around 10:00 P.M. after putting them down at 7:00. Some days are better than others, some are worse. Much worse!

Like last night, for example. We shot for a 7:00 bedtime since the boys have been acting extremely tired. We had them clean their room as we always do before bed. Did the bedtime routine and put them to bed. When I went to check on them a few (noisy) hours later this is what I saw.

The room was a disaster. They were using the cushion from the papasan chair for a blanket and everything was in disarray.

Asher was wearing multipule layers of PJs (thats three bottoms+underwear, and two tops) . This morning Jackson informed me that he was wearing many layers as well.
And Jackson had a big old goose egg and cut on his forehead!

What were those boys doing?
One thing I can say for certain, they were having fun.