It’s been five hours and 29 minutes since I tried to put my toddler down for a nap. That’s five and a half hours of saying (begging) ‘go to sleep’ in every way I could think of.
OK so actually there was a little break in there where I gave up and tried to feed him some dinner, which he poked at a bit but ultimately didn’t eat because he was so tired.
How can someone so tiny and so tired have the energy to fight me for five and a half hours?! Evidently toddlers are built for endurance sports.
I think he might be asleep now, but I’m too scared to look.
I’m really not sure who won that round.