Can we just take a moment to talk about my least favorite part of the day? Yes, that would be bedtime. Awhile back, I mentioned my distain for the "witching hour", but bedtime is about to drive me to my wit's end. And I'll happily accept any and all pieces of advice regarding getting my children (mostly my dearest 2-year old) to
GET IN BED AND STAY IN BED go to bed without complaint.
Without fail, bedtime is what brings out every ailment, hunger pang, thirst, complaint, question and excuse in my children. With. out. fail.
Our bedtime routine looks a little something like this.....
go potty, brush teeth, read a story (or two), scratch back, music on, me leaving
5 minutes later: "Moooooooommmmmmm, I'm thirsty." "Mooooooooom, I'm scared." "Moooooooom, I'm hungry." "Mooooooom, I need to tell you something." "Mooooooooom, I don't like the song on my music."
I think you get the point.
It all started when we took the crib out of her room at the beginning of the summer, and she discovered the freedom that she had. I think things are even more difficult with 2 older brothers who are still awake (and noisy, no matter how much we try to keep them quiet). Add to that, the sunlight outside, and it's a recipe for disaster.
This is what mommy looks like after 20 minutes of dealing with bedtime antics! Not kidding.
I've read article after article about how to keep your toddler in bed, how to create a peaceful bedtime routine, etc. I feel like I've reached the end of the Internet on this issue and we can't seem to find an answer.
Letting her cry isn't an option because she'll wake up her baby sister. Another piece of advice says to praise them for success. Oh boy do we do that. I don't think she cares. In fact, we've even offered her a new Barbie if she can go to bed without asking for one thing. She always says, "okay, sure, I want a pink Barbie." That is until she "gets hungry" and suddenly, "I dont' really want a new Barbie, anyway".
Tonight put me at the end of my rope. Having just tucked her in and dealt with her screaming sister (who has had a little separation anxiety with my returning to work meetings the past two days), I sat down on the couch with some frozen chocolate chips. Don't judge. Only to hear, "we've got a problem up her mom!". Oh geez. What?!
"I've got to take a HUGE _____ <insert alternative and inappropriate word for poop>!"
Excuse me?! I'm embarrassed to even admit she yelled this and I'm guessing she overheard someone once and picked up on it. She picks up on everything! But this was one of those moments where I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.
I'm choosing to find some humor in the situation. I texted a few girlfriends about it. Laughed a little. Ate some more frozen chocolate chips. And settled down for the night, waiting for the hubster to get home from practice. At which point I can have a chat with him about his choice in language around our daughter.
Kidding. Sort of.