My first bedtime attempt on Tuesday was a complete and utter FAILURE! I did the whole Peter routine at 6:45, but I foolishly played upstairs with Jack and his action figures in his room. Peter heard enough of the commotion that after 30 min he was calling for me. When I went in to soothe him… “I awake! I awake!” Now they’re wrestling on the couch together… when Jack’s not telling me to put Peter back to bed so we can play Star Wars Lego Wii.
Bedtime on Wednesday went poorly too. My wife brought the boys back from a birthday party, and they were both still awake. Jack went right up to bed; he knew he was tired. Peter asked for juice, and then asked for books, and kept wanting to go downstairs. Eventually I just unceremoniously dumped him in his crib and, failing another 3 minutes of soothing, left him there as he screamed like I was beating him. End result? Three more minutes of continuous screaming, then he suddenly stopped and fell asleep immediately thereafter.
Sometimes you have to feel like a real jerk to be a good dad.