Bedtime is always a trial in my house. We (and by "we" I mean "Jessica and Xander") got spoiled at bedtime while we were on vacation, staying in bed with Mommy every night. Last night I had promised they could stay in our bed because it was our first night back.
Well, Xander just wouldn't calm down and go to bed. I resorted to my usual threats, "if you don't lay down, you have to get out of bed, I'm going to put you on the floor." Nothing. Then, "if you don't go to sleep, I'm going to leave."
His response? "Leave." Then, more insistently, "Leave, Mommy!"
So, I left. I knew there was pretty much zero chance that this meant he was going to lay down and go to sleep.
And I was right.
Within minutes, he had gotten out of bed, walked to the door, opened it, and was looking for me. We went through several rounds of this, each one ending with me leaving and then him getting out of bed.
Finally, I decided to just go to sleep myself, figuring he would go to sleep too, eventually.
He got pretty mad at that. "Leave, Mommy!" he said. My two-year-old, trying to evict me from my own very comfy bed. It boggled my mind.
I can no longer use his alleged need for me as leverage to get him to go to sleep. Okay, the kid gloves are coming off. Tonight, I am not staying in bed with him at all. I just have to figure out a way to get him to stay in bed.