I’ve had a post in my mind all day that I want to write, but somehow I can’t find the words to write it quite yet. It certainly doesn’t help that I had to spend an hour fighting with my obstinate son just to get him to go to bed. Somehow in the process I lost all of the thoughts that were written out in my head. Hopefully that post will still be coming but I just don’t have it in me to write it tonight.
Instead I’ll let you contemplate on just how in the world this boy with such an adorable little face can turn into a demon every night when bed time comes around. It can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours to get him to bed, depending on what kind of mood he is in. We have a routine set in place, but no matter how hard I try to stick to the routine, he’ll always find a way to break it up. I’ve even gone so far as to use Super Nanny methods of keeping him in bed but so far it hasn’t worked. Perhaps I’m just not strict enough.
One of his biggest excuses for getting out of bed is that he’s scared and with the recent onslaught of night terrors and bad dreams, I can’t seem to let that go. How do you really know if a 2-year-old is scared or if he’s just trying to convince you to let him stay up a little longer? I want to believe him and comfort him, but I don’t want to let him totally play me either. On top of that, I really need to get some sleep myself and the recent routine has really thrown my evenings off.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I know there is no magic answer and I know that I’m just going to have to be firm and wait out this phase. I just hate it when I get to the point where I feel like I’m losing control and I’ve gotten to that point more than once lately. And now I’m rambling on when I should be getting myself to bed and getting some sleep.
Please just tell me that this will end, preferably before I have my hands full with an infant.