I've moaned and groaned about bedtime battles before.
I think every parent, grandparent, aunt/uncle has dealt with bedtime battles.
It's never ending and every generation deals with it.
It's part of it.
It's part of parenting and growing up.
Some nights are worse than others and those nights make you appreciate the good nights.
Sometimes the good nights make you realize and think that those rituals will eventually end.
No longer will they want books read.
No longer will they want to snuggle.
No longer will they want you to scratch their back.
Soon, all to soon, those rituals you thought annoying, those rituals that were simple stalling tactics will be missed.
I'm not there yet tho.
We'll still fight some nights and I'll dream of the good nights.
Then before too long, the good, the bad and the in between nights will be a memory and I'll miss them.
I hope to remember the above, especially during the really bad nights, and be thankful we still have bedtime rituals.