Bed Time Trauma

Last Friday was a tough day for Pie. Meltdowns at the playground. Didn't want to nap. Didn't want to wake up from nap. Didn't like what was being served. Not happy at the lack of crackers during Passover. By bedtime on Friday, I was pretty much done, and as I'm wont to do, I turned over most of Pie's bedtime activities to Adam (Doodles is easy to get into bed). So, at bedtime:

Me: Tomorrow's Saturday.
Pie: Okay.
Me: That means tomorrow you can inflict your pain on Daddy! Does that sound good!
Pie: [Nodding vigorously] Yes!
Me: You'll inflict your pain on daddy?
Pie: Yes! Pain on daddy! Daddy, take off your shirt?
Adam: Take off my shirt?
Pie: Take off your shirt!
Adam: Why?
Pie: I pain on you. I pain on you!
Adam: What?
Pie: I pain on you. With paintbrush!
Adam: Tomorrow.
Me: Pie, time to go to sleep.
Pie: My eyes are cold.
Adam: So close them.
Pie: No, I need my sunglasses.
Adam: Not in bed.
Me: Okay, Pie, good night!
Pie: No! Hands cold!
Adam: You can get your mittens on yourself.
Pie: A grown-up has to watch when I put my mittens on.

Pie eventually dons her vest, her sweater, Doodles's Lightning McQueen slippers, and her mittens. It doesn't keep her in bed, and it's generally an hour-long process (whether we start at 6 or 9 doesn't make any difference).

Last night and tonight I'm on my own. Adam's in Seattle for work (if you're in Seattle and reading this, don't expect to hear from him. He arrived at 9:30 p.m. last night and is returning on the red-eye tonight. He gives a presentation today and isn't even in town for a single dinner). And I brook no nonsense. So bedtime is just screaming now. Although last night our neighbor, B., came by to sit with the kids as I had a class, and as soon as the neighbor came, Pie demanded a kiss from her and settled down. Looks like B. will be over every night when Adam goes out of town because she's the only one who can get that Pie settled.

Sweet dreams little Pie. Mommy's buying ear plugs.