It’s enough to drive a mom to smoke. Oh, wait. It totally did.
There’s been some sporadic months, don’t get me wrong, where I’d tuck her in and she’d say good night and profess her love, turn over on to her side and go to sleep.
Or she’d talk to her stuffed animals and flip through some books. Then turn over on to her side and go to sleep.
But the majority of this putting-Isobel-to-bed trick? Has been like the video you’re about to see. It’s only gotten worse since she’s become able to fully communicate her wishes and desires. Potty training totally fucked over bedtime. Moving into a bed from the crib? Meant she had the ability to not only put her little face right up to the bedroom door, but also to open it, which you’ll get to see, too.
Tonight, by the 47th minute after she went in her bed, the routine having been completed fully, kisses and hugs and sweet dreamses handed out, I got a little….anxious. And I lost my cool interior and started speaking in that forced, scary-cold tone. Then I smoked while she was going to the bathroom (unproductively) for the 4th time.
I don’t know what to do, and I’ve tried everything except a sleeping aide for her – homeopathic or otherwise – though I have whored the shit out of lavender in our place.
So. I may reserve the right to smoke after bedtime. I’m got a bum heart, you know? I don’t know if it can handle the stress.
Keep in mind that I would like the following four minutes and 55 seconds back myself. As well as the other 74 minutes you didn’t have to witness. {not that you have to witness these – but it is kind of funny, the story-telling} [sorry about the quality lighting, eh? It was bed time.]
bedtime routine from Zoeyjane on Vimeo.
