Top 10 Bedtime Meltdown Triggers (That We Have Figured Out So Far)

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The moment she feels sleepy, “nigh nigh” is announced. She will immediately sit on my husband’s lap to be carried upstairs. We cannot hesitate. Some nights are perfect- she brushes her teeth, uses the potty, and then jumps into bed without incident. Other nights….any little thing can trigger a meltdown.

Once Teghan is upset the meltdown is instantly in full force. There is no warning or lead up time in which we can apply a strategy. And once the screaming has begun all communication efforts will fail. We have figured out some of the triggers, but many are still a mystery. Here are the reasons we know so far in the order they usually occur: Continue reading

The Beatles Were Also More Popular Than Grandma

 

Meet The Beatles

Parents are experts on crushing dreams. We will ruin our children’s lives over and over again. In my case, this mainly involves denying my daughter chocolate whenever she wants it. I’ll be the first to admit that others may have more complex dreams to crush.

Teghan would disagree.

No one is better at keeping score than kids. Think long and hard about the things you say no to; it could come back a thousand times to haunt you. No pressure. Some of it is unavoidable, but you may want to throw caution to the wind once in a while and say yes when your instincts are giving off sirens. Or when your pocketbook is empty.

Sure, your kid might give up piano lessons a week after you buy that piano….but it’s better than a lifetime of being blamed for destroying their career as a concert pianist. It’s amazing what we believe we’re capable of when we don’t have to prove it. For Pete’s sake let’s make them prove it.

Other times parents only have to give their all-powerful permission. No further effort or monetary contribution necessary. But being responsible worriers by nature, parents often say no because they have no idea what they are really saying no to. Sometimes parents are offered the unique opportunity of crushing their children’s very souls. Think about this:

In 1966, my mom should have met The Beatles. Continue reading