MY.DAUGHTER.WILL.NOT.GO.TO.BED.AT.NIGHT.ANYMORE! For the past three weeks the bedtime ritual has gone to pot. Scratch that. The ritual is still happening, it's the bedtime part that's got a glitch.
R. has been battling me for at least an hour to an hour and a half every.single.night. I know I'll be getting lots of advice on this one. So, let me tell you now, I've probably tried it.
I've gone the sweet mommy route with lullaby singing and back rubbing. R. just talks and talks through it.
I've even gone Supernanny on her. When she gets settled in bed, I kiss her goodnight and leave the room. I go down the stairs. The door opens. I go back up the stairs. I pick her up. I put her back in bed. I turn and the process starts all over again. And again. And again. And so on and so on. You get the picture.
I'm telling you, I should have million dollar legs from all of my stair stepping.
This past week my mother-in-law was staying with us. Which is another post, entirely. Mom was staying in R.'s room and my dear daughter was staying in my bed with me. Mr. Schmitty had to work early so he took the spare bedroom. Lucky bastard. I'm sure he slept like a baby.
At 8:00, R. settled down and watched some cartoons. When it was time for sleep, I turned off the tv and told her to close her eyes. She said, "Mom, you sleep too."
"I can't honey, I have some work to do. I'll be up in a little while to snuggle with you."
Imagine what an atomic bomb must sound like when it explodes. Now multiply that by ten.
For the next ninety minutes I got pillows hurled at me, names spewed at me, and ultimatums thrown at me. That's right, she was giving me ultimatums.
"Mommy, you better come to bed NOW! Or I won't like you anymore!"
The grudge match had been waged. Who do you think she gets her stubborn streak from? Mr. Schmitty? I think not.
There was no way this momma was backing down now. I informed her that it was time for her to lie down and go to sleep. I said I would sit on the bed until she fell asleep so she wouldn't feel alone in my room. I was not, however, going to sleep yet because I was a grown up and it was not my bedtime yet.
She crossed her arms, stuck that button nose of hers up in the air, and "humpfed" at me as she turned her head.
"NO! You need to go to sleep, I said!"
As bratty as that is, and I know that it absolutely is, it was also so darned cute that I had to stifle a laugh.
"Do I need to get the duct tape for that fresh mouth of yours?" I asked her.
"Who has the duck tape?"
"The duck does."
"We don't have a duck!"
She began to giggle. Then my Sybil reincarnate yawned and put her head on the pillow. I sang three verses of "Hush Little Baby" as I sat on the bed. Just like I said I would, neener, neener, neener.
That's all it took for the Princess to fall fast asleep. Some comic relief.
And they lived happily ever after.....at least for another 24 hours.....THE END.