It's Monday. Again. I've been tasked with cleaning up everything that occurred this weekend by myself while caring for three small children. Unfair. Okay, not really, my husband is currently freezing his man bits off out there at work. But still. If my kids can whine so can I.
My latest mommy issue is my three year old and her bed. They just do not get along. They argue at nap time, they fight at bed time. I've punished them both, but neither will listen. I had a nice long battle until 1 am last night, er, this morning. For some reason my child can think of any excuse NOT to sleep, and when that has been proven wrong another one pops right up. For example, "it's different than my old room" well, it's now been a good solid 4 months in our new house going on 5, so it's no longer different. "I don't like the dark" AHA! Night light. "It's still too dark" BAM! Pretty unicorn lamp. "I need a bedtime story" Let's bust out some Dr.Seuss! "It's noisy downstairs" I'll close the door "AHHHHHH! NO DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR!" the list goes on and on. It's an argument I'll never win. So my solution was it's daddy's turn. Of course that back fired on me when HIS alarm woke me up at 6 am and I realized he never came back to bed. I found him in the floor of her room covered in the blanket to my other daughter's toddler bed with his head on a pretty little princess pillow. My response? I laughed my ass off all the way back to bed.
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