Bedtime drama is not uncommon w/ four kids and nothing seems to irritate me more.
Surprisingly it is usually the boys, one in particular, that are most difficult to settle down.
About 9:30 Noah (11) comes downstairs with a timid/scared look on his face.
“Mom, I broke the dresser.”
“I was getting in the dresser and the drawer fell and I heard a big crack.”
“Why were you getting in the dresser?”
“I was just getting in the dresser.”
“What could you possibly need out of your dresser at this time of night?”
“No mom, I was getting IN the dresser. Like I was trying to get my whole body in a drawer.”
I had no words for that one.