Once the Toddler is asleep she sleeps well, rarely waking in the night. This is a good thing, especially while O is still not quite settled into a proper pattern.
Bedtime however has become a thing of dread.
Like all kids, she doesn’t want to go to bed. This not wanting to go to bed originally manifested as crying at the stairgate but has now escalated to flat out refusal to do anything bedtime related.
Last night was awful.
She refused to get changed into her pajamas which meant I had to pin her down just to get her clothes off. Of course, this then riles her which makes her less likely to sleep.
Then to teeth cleaning. The most horrific part of the nightly routine.
She has two toothbrushes; one green, one purple. They both get loaded up with toothpaste. This idea used to work. She used to choose one and brush with it herself and let me give her mouth the once over with the other one.
Not any more.
She won’t choose. She clams up. Sometimes she gives a sly smile so we know she’s just stalling. So we choose for her. Then it begins. She won’t open her mouth. Then she cries, howls, flops all over the place, runs away and smears toothpaste over everything. I’m sick of dealing with this. So last night I leave her to it. OH goes mental, telling me it needs to be done, that I’m too soft letting her get away with it (we have issues with O at the moment too) and tries to pin her down and stick the brush in her mouth. She’s absolutely hysterical. Obviously the best way to be right before bed. We all know that being stressed out is the key to a full and healthy nights sleep.
While he pins her on the carpet and attempts brushing I decide enough is enough. I shout at him to get off her and claw at the arm holding her to the deck. (He’s not hurting her, just trying to get her teeth clean but she’s causing a huge fuss and extremely upset.)
He lets go and tells me off for touching him like that and says I’m too soft, she’s playing me, I can’t let her get away with it etc, meanwhile she is obviously desperately distressed by the situation as she’s stood looking at me, tears pouring down her cheeks, her face covered in toothpaste.
“By fighting her like that you’ll only make it worse.” I snap at him. “Tomorrow she’s going to be even more scared of having her teeth cleaned.”
We get her into her bed and I stay with her until she sleeps, meanwhile I can hear O doing a number downstairs.
OH and I haven’t spoken since. We probably won’t talk about it at all.