I need a glass of water.
I need another story.
I need a hug and a miss (kiss).
Okay, okay, okay... until I think I'm gonna lose it.
I can yell. To which Scrunch yells back, "Quit yelling at me!! Why are you so mad!?"
I can calmly and rationally explain. To which she calmly and rationally out-explains me in return.
Round and round until she tells me she's tired and is going to bed and I bang my head against the wall.
I don't want them to fear me per se, but being afraid of me or what I might do if you get out of bed for the thousandth time might be a good thing. I am going to sit here and work on my "So help me if you get out of that bed one more time!! Face."
I know, I know. An effective wooden spoon comes with slats. Mine doesn't have slats, but I love my Pampered Chef wooden spoons all the same.
Bribery. I would never give my child a Snicker's bar for going to bed. No really. I wouldn't. Those are MINE for when she's finally asleep!
OK, so this isn't really working. All I am doing is scaring myself. I'm sure it is not having a single effect on my sternness as the bedtime enforcer. I didn't think it would. I'm just trying to avoid going through the pile of crap sitting behind me in all the pictures.