Our evening routine is long established . . .
Bedtime is 7pm. It has been for as long as I can remember.
This might sound a touch early, but believe me, The B&G have no problem retiring at such an hour.
Indeed, so exhausting do their days tend to be at the minute, that it's far from unusual for one or both to be tucked up, content and semi-comatose, from 6.45pm onwards.
This routine suits us all. This routine is, however, going to be challenged in the coming days. I blame The B's fast-developing social life.
You see, next Sunday, he's due to attend a classmate's birthday party, a soft play-type affair, that isn't scheduled to conclude until 7pm. Five days later, the school's Valentine's Disco is due to finish at the very same hour.
Bearing in mind that, after both events, we'll still have to travel home, put The B in the bath and go through all our usual night-time rituals (stories, soft toys et al), I'm not sure when we'll get him to bed. Quite how he'll react to this rude interruption to his regular routine is anyone's guess, although truth be told, I suspect it'll do us all some good to loosen up a little.
The organisers of the aforementioned disco (The B's first such social engagement) are planning, as a concession to the parents, to rig up a makeshift bar in the classroom adjoining the main hall. I have a feeling that trade is going to be brisk . . .