I knew things were going too easy.
Straight to bed without any issues? What a dream child. My dream child! Minus that first nap on the first day, he's been doing swimmingly with the toddler bed.
Enter Thursday.
When he got home from school he was extra grumpy. I mean, intolerable to be around grumpy. We all have those days. I think I'm going to start calling it 'toddler pms'.
And he was miserable. Cried over everything. Tantrums over everything. Even goldfish made him cry. Poor goldfish, all they ever did was be yummy. But sometimes being that yummy makes Billy sad.
Well, after struggling through dinner I decided he needed sleep. He was fed and still grumpy. Leading to the other main source of toddler bad moods- exhaustion.
I read him some stories to calm him down and then tucked him into bed, about 45 minutes earlier than his usual bedtime, but only 15 minutes earlier than his "I'm tired" bedtime.
Maybe I should have waited. Here's how my night went:
8:01 Doorbell rings with salesman. Wakes Billy up. Put him back to bed.
8:15 Loud bang. Investigate and find Billy dragging out the yoga mat in the dark. Put him back in bed.
8:32 Loud bang. Investigate and find Billy attempting to change his own diaper by getting into the unopened boxes of diapers and wipes in the closet. Change his poopy diaper and put him back to bed.
8:42 Loud bang. Investigate and find he has gotten books out to read in the dark. Put them away and put him back to bed.
9:00 All is quiet so I start a movie
9:24 Loud bang. Go to investigate. He has attempted to put on big boy underwear and has tossed his blankets and animals from the bed. Insists that I give him a toy from the high shelf. Settles and goes back to bed.
9:45 "Mommy!" Run upstairs. He has turned on the radio to the top hits station and is having a dance party in his room. Wants to know where the iPod is so that he can listen to classical music instead. (omg, really?) Hook up the iPod and get the music going. Put him back in bed.
9:52 "Mommy, planets missing!" He has futzed with his nightlight and now the planets aren't on. Fix the nightlight and put him back to bed.
9:57 He decides to start mowing.
10:04 He wants a drink of water.
10:12 He misses me.
10:16 He wants to know where Daddy is.
10:24 He can't find his binky. I bribe him with the promise of chocolate in the morning.
10:45 He wants another drink of water. And chocolate.
10:46 I give up!
10:47 I bring him downstairs to watch the movie with me.
Luckily I had chosen the most recent new release on Netflix, which happened to be only PG and a fantasy, so a little too old for him but not by much. He watches the movie with me, with the understanding that he can either sit on the sofa quietly and watch the movie or he can go back to bed.
11:32 The movie ends and it's now MY bedtime.
I have no illusions on how this is going to go. He's awake, he wants to play. I go about my bedtime routine, turn out the lights, and tuck him into bed with me. He tries to play in bed, but I refuse, even when he pokes me in the eye (lil bugger).
11:49 He finally falls asleep.
3:36 Get woken up by being kicked in the belly by a snoring Billy. Contemplate moving him to his bed...nope. Too tired.
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