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For some time now, bedtime with three small children has become a little like a word in German or chemistry.

You know, something with SubjectAdjectiveFurtherAdjectiveObjectVerb that goes on and on. A technical term that contains all the knowledge of western civilization in one utterance.

So, these days, there seems to be no shortening of our evening routine - it just gets longer. It becomes an endless string of BooksPrayers”MiddleTime”(where the boys and I talk)SongsHeatedBeanBagsforColdNightsFreshWaterMoreSongsTuck-inThenConstantRemindersof”QuietNoI-S-A-I-D - Q - U - I - E - T!”

Quiet. Please.

No, really. Please…