My mother sent me a copy of Adam Mansbach's new book and the last 2 nights in my house have been pages directly from this brilliant masterpiece. Tonight we hit the reading of books, the "I'm thirsty," the 38 minutes past bedtime of still getting up, the bathroom break, the talking, the hug, the questions, the toy request, the escaping, the movie (TV show) interruption. Yes, we hit them all in one night. Finally, after the "I warned you if you got up again, you couldn't go to the birthday party on Sunday" threat and ensuing tantrum, I haven't heard another peep.
But since we sort of have to go to the birthday party, because well... it's a birthday party... I now have to offer the "you must be good and stay in bed every night this week to redeem yourself" option.
It was a long day. Bedtime took over 2 hours. I'm beat. I'm going to skip reading my new book, and I, myself, am going to Go the F to Sleep.
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