Update on having a set bedtime for Lenna: Not good.
I had one successful night and then we had a bad night where all was lost. After an hour of crying I caved. And once again, I woke up on the floor next to my daughter’s crib and she was snuggled up beside me. This is hard.
My Problem: My mom calls me a nervous mom and therein lies my failure as a parent. It’s the truth, I am a little, but it still hurts my feelings that I come across as “nervous” to her. Yea, I want my little girl to eat. Yes, I want my little girl to get all the rest she can. Yes, I want her to grow up self-reliant and confidant and not mommy-dependent. She is already beautiful and smart.
So having said that; I promise not to weasel my way out of teaching the little one about bedtime.
I promise to keep at it with the finger foods, spoons, and sippy cups.
I promise to find a local liquor store and “relax a bit”.