I know I've whined about my children's sleep habits in a previous blog, but why oh why is my boy such a nightmare to get to bed? Does he feel it's his duty as a future man in training to stress out the women in his life? Is it because I ate to many Girl Scout cookies while he was in utero and therefor creating a permanent sugar high in his energetic little body? Does he possibly think that his boring stay-at-home mother needs a little practice in anger management (of which I fail miserably)? I don't know. All I know is that my sweet little 3 year old knows how to turn this mom into a cranky, red-faced, temper tantrum throwing mommy. I try to be calm. I try to rationalize with him (yeah, three year olds are not conducive to rationalizing). I read countless books (many of which involve how wonderful it is to go to sleep!). I sing to him (including songs which I have to make up off the top of my head "Mom, sing the song about the monster fire truck"). I take away privileges when he's out of control. I hug him, I kiss him. I try to be a good mom. So why do I feel like such a failure??? WHY CAN'T I GET HIM TO BED????
My girls are easy. Brush teeth, read book, sing songs...bed. Done. *Sigh* Someday I'll show him this blog. I love my little man, as challenging as he is, I still love him.