To my dearest parents… You win! The joke is on me. You wished me on myself many years ago. I told you it would never happen. Guess who’s laughing now?
My 2 year old daughter is a feisty, moody… it better be my way or the highway kind of girl. I love this precious little one to death. I do! BUT – my goodness. Something has got to give. At least I won’t have to worry about her keeping her boyfriends in line when she is a teenager.
I can deal with the temper tantrums during the day. Those I don’t have a problem with.
What I can’t cope with is the shit show that bedtime has become. My daughter used to be such a great little sleeper. Easy to get to bed each night. One day it was like a switch went off and she was like “Hey… Wait a minute! I’m 2 now and I can decide when I want to go to bed”.
The protesting. The shrieking. The crying. The restlessness. I can’t take it anymore.
Normally you won’t hear me complain much, but I’m at the end of my rope here. I crave bedtime. Once the littles are in bed… it’s me time! Me time… you know… alone time! Precious, golden alone time with no youngsters tugging at you and all the mindless TV you can’t imagine. Now I’m lucky if my dear daughter is asleep by 10 or 11PM.
I’ve tried lying beside her bed, stroking her hair until she’s near sleep. Crawling (more like inch worming) my way out of her room. Barely shutting the door to hear the shrieks ensue.
I’ve tried dropping all naps thinking that maybe she just wasn’t tired enough. No such luck.
I’ve put a night light in her room. She loves it, but a fear of the dark certainly wasn’t the issue either.
I need my good little sleeper back again. I feel like I’m beginning to take a page out of the book “Go The Fuck To Sleep”.
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