Things are going surprisingly well…but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… you didn’t hear this from me!

What the French toast?
That would be supernannying your almost 10 year old for bedtime. Michael, love him dearly, and he has improved SO much from even just a year ago, but we need to nip this bedtime battle in the bud. So, here is goes. I put him to bed an hour ago and his first time out I told him it was bedtime and took him right back to bed. His second time out I told him it was bedtime and took him right back to bed. His third time out I took him right back to bed. This then brought on a battle of how many times he could get out of bed to get me to talk to him. When that didn’t work 15 times, he resorted to crying about how his mom hates him. Ugh. That’s hard to push through because I wanted so much to explain that I do love him, but he has to get to bed. So, instead of talking, I hugged him and put him back to bed. However, that just got me about 5 more times of getting out of bed and crying about how his mom still hates him.
Chris is about crawling out of his skin. I really appreciate him trying to work through this and trust my reasons even though he may not agree it’s what we should do. Wish us luck!
