update

When I left for rehearsal last night the kid was sobbing because of all the things that had to happen before he could have his bedtime milk bottle. Poor buddy. And then it turned out his dad had misunderstood my whole Bedtime Transformation project, so he rocked him to sleep after all, and who knew whether or how that had set the project back.

So tonight’s bedtime went fine until I left the room. Poor kid cried for five minutes and wasn’t letting up so I went back in. Several minutes of hugs and patting and another try at leaving the room and trying to persuade him to lie down (because he’s old enough to understand language and concepts now, after all) - and finally he was almost asleep except that the light from the night light was in his eyes, but turning it off leaves the room too dark and makes him nervous, so I moved the extra blanket over to be a shade and finally managed to sneak out. Half an hour after the first time I tried.

And then took out the trash and recycling and unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and did some washing up and ate ice cream for dinner and then drank. some. wine. because WOULDN’T YOU?

I might have a little more wine before I go to bed.