Sleep & Routines

For a while, bedtime at our house wasn’t about resistance or stalling — it was about fear. Once the lights went off, my son would go quiet for a minute, and then, almost every night, the same small voice would come from under the blanket: “Is there something in my room?” It wasn’t a phase […]

There was a stretch, somewhere between my older one turning three and my younger one arriving, when 7:30 PM stopped feeling like bedtime and started feeling like a countdown to a fight. Not a dramatic one. Just the quiet, exhausting kind — “one more story,” “I need water,” “my leg feels weird,” “I’m not tired”