Well, I was alone with both of them again last night. DH had caved a little on his silent treatment. (he's not petulant about it. he's just still angry and doesn't want to yell, you know?)
Anyway, it went well in the beginning. I could tell Des was exhausted, so I started his routine at 7:30. He was in his crib, asleep, at 8:04.
Then I started Dex's routine at about 8:30. He went willingly, took his bath, did towel time, PJs, etc. with no issues. His light was out at 9:24. Then he was still bouncing around and generally not lying down and trying to sleep. I told him "lie down. Legs down. No kicking the wall. blah blah blah."
Dex; Mom Go Way!
Me: You want me to go away?
Dex: Mom Go Way!
Me: Are you sure? (knowing better)
Dex: GO WAY!
So I head toward the door, knowing he's going to change his mind before I get there. So I get to the door and he starts wailing. "Mom stay! Mom stay! Mom stay!" So I say "OK. Mom will stay. But we have to lie down. Time for sleep sleep."
By the time I was back to his bed, he was pissed again and didn't want me to stay. I'm not sure he realizes that "stay" and "go away" are mutually exclusive requests. So he was either pissed that I was there or that I wasn't listening to his "go way" demand or whatever.
In any case, he woke up Desmond. <sigh />
Dex: "Baby sad."
Me: No sht. Really?
So I go in to help Des go back to sleep. Dex wasn't too into that. He kept saying, "Baby go to bed. Baby sleep sleep." Um, YEAH!
Eventually I got Des back to sleep and Dex back in his room and we got all settled down again. We were probably back in Dex's room by about 9:45 or 9:50.
Dex fell asleep at 10:37.
I swear, it doesn't matter how early I start the routine, you know?
Naturally, H came home at midnight. I was asleep on Dex's floor. Got up, dealt with a few things. Ended up finally sitting down to talk to H at about 1:15. He starts groping me. Um, no. You can't be pissy all week and barely talking to me and then get one drink in you and decide you're horny and I should give it up.
It didn't matter much, because Dex woke up again at 1:25. I went in there to help, but he eventually got pretty hysterical and resisted all attempts to get him back to sleep until about 2:35, when I finally made it back into our room - when H starts again with the groping. Seriously. Fcking stop it. It's 2:37 am. We're both averaging 3 hours of sleep per night this week, and I have to say that's my priority at this point. Never mind the rest of it.
Didn't matter, because Dex wasn't really asleep and came into our bed about 5 minutes later. Yes, I let him sleep there. It's still a "sometimes" thing, and I'm not really concerned that he'll still be in our bed when he's 13.
So, progress, I guess, in that he wasn't awake until 1am. But I still think we need to do *something*, and I am buying that nighttime light timer clock thingie whether H is cool with it or not.
