little kid is having a very hard time going to bed tonight.
When I originally went to put him down at 7:00pm, I predicted that I was about to have a fight on my hands and that he just wasn't tired, so I let him have another 20 minutes.
When I finally did put him down he screamed and screamed and screamed until I went in to check on him and attempt to tuck him back in. He grabbed at me, clawed at me, screamed at me, and basically refused to lie down, so I told him to go to bed and left the room.
And then I heard the click of a door opening...and the sound of fat little feet padding down the hallway.
This is the first time he's ever climbed out of his crib, and let me tell you right now: Mommy don't play that game.
I don't care if I have to build something with chicken wire and two by fours...he is staying in there. I must have one place to put him where I know he'll stay. If putting a top on his crib makes it a cage, then let it be known that my kid will be sleeping in a cage.
He is in there screaming "MUM MUM MUM MUUUUUUM MUM MUM MUMMA MUMMUM MUMMMMM MUMMM MUUUUUUM" right now. This has been going on for an hour and twenty minutes.
Not fair. Not fair at all.