we have good days and bad but every night when Olivia sleeps I tuck her in and whisper in her ear that I love her. This quite often follows the frustration that is post-bedtime. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, its the "get back to bed before I smack your bottom" repeated over & over again until her little body gives up and she falls asleep exhausted and defeated.
Some nights it lasts longer than others but each night I feel bad for losing my temper because she is only doing what a 3 year old should. But we do love her & we tell her every day as well as her subconscience every night.
I can only imagine that when this new little one arrives my temper will be shorter but I will continue to redeem myself by whispering in her ear that I love her every night.
