My poor babies do not want to go to bed. And how can I really blame them? At 9:15 the 6-year-old across the street is still out playing in his yard. Our new next door neighbours moved in today, so there is lots of excitement on the street. The sun still hasn't found it's way to bed yet, and the kids just don't think it's fair that they should have to snuggle down when the world is still awake.
June is a wonderful, magical month... except for a couple of things: teachers still give homework in June (some even assign projects!), and school-night bedtimes come way too early. I love Robert Louis Stevenson's poem "Bed in Summer". I couldn't say it any better.
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Robert Louis Stevenson
I'm going to read that to the kids tomorrow night. But I don't think it's going to help.