I am the worst bedtime storyteller, the absolute worst, which is odd because I tell you riveting stories all the time. But that's probably because I don't have to tell them to you at bedtime. By bedtime, I do not have the "loving silly snugly lingering-in-their-bedrooms" kind of thing going on inside me that the TV commercials suggest is how bedtime should happen. Bedtime has evolved into a chaotic lengthy adventure that always seems to drag on no matter how early I start or how I try to assert my parenting power and change things up. There are always