Our best bedtime transitions happen when my husband steps in. That’s because by the time bedtime comes around, I am done. Oh, so done.
There is some kind of rule that states that kids can’t go to sleep without putting up a fuss first. Since my husband hasn’t been with them all day, he is somewhat less ragey when that happens.
Teamwork! It works. But also, shout out to me for not murdering my children on the many nights that I’ve had to go it alone /