As I sit here exhausted, frustrated and badly in need of a shower, I am overcome by guilt at being impatient with my little guy at bedtime tonight. I am in need of some advice... I welcome any and all... please!
So Johnny and I played quietly on the floor of his dimly-lit room tonight from 8:00 to about 8:30 pm. As our normal routine goes, he and I read a couple stories and said goodnight, gave kisses, I turned on his crib soother (like a little aquarium with soft music) and turned out the light. I then proceeded to sit next to his bed for another 45 minutes, yes 45 minutes! while he fell asleep- or so I thought.
I quietly got up and tiptoed out of the room and just as I reached my bedroom at the end of the hallway, I hear his tiny footsteps running toward his door, opening it, and peeking out. At 9:30 I am more than a little frustrated and it's not always easy to hide it. I walked him back to bed and turned the light out, staying with him for another few minutes. This happened once more and the final time he just sat in his bed crying. I walked back to his room, told him I'd sit next to him for 5 more minutes and then it was Mommy's bedtime.
Off he finally went to sleep. I snuck out and here I am, begging for ideas.