Victory is Sweet!

I can’t tell you how many times I have been told to “pick your battles” when dealing with my boys. Sometimes I am successful, sometimes..not so much.

Every night we wage the same war. My oldest and I acting as the main participants in said war. Every night, I tell my Mo-tay to “go get your pajamas”. To which he will undoubtedly reply with “I can’t” or my personal favorite “I’m too big”. When and IF I am able to convince to him to retrieve his pajamas or I give in and find them for him, it only sparks yet another battle. One that begins with me saying “put your pajamas on.” The two of us can go back and forth with my demands being met by the same to lines “I can’t” and “I’m too big”…. FOREVER.

I just didn’t feel like battling last night. I had left my sword and shield in the garage and just wasn’t feeling it. So I sent him to bed with no pajamas. For those of you that know my Mo-tay he is very obsessive compulsive. His little world is planned, predicted, and maintained. Part of that includes always wearing pajamas. He is not the kind to be put to bed in just a diaper on a warm night. Not happening.

Upset with me, I could hear him in his room rummaging around, fussin’ about the fact that he had been put to bed without pajamas. When he quieted down, I couldn’t resist going in to see what kind of destruction had taken place as part of his protests. I was surprised to find the contents of his pajama drawer, laying on the floor, and him sound asleep….clothed in pajamas. Proving that I know what I’m talking about when I tell him “Yes! You can put on your pajamas..”