My DS still insists I go upstairs with him at bedtime, because he's scared. I am afraid I slightly lost it last night and said he should have got over being scared by now, which of course just made him more upset and even less likely to put himself to bed.
AIBU to expect him to take himself off to bed. Don't mind going up to tuck him in, but just sick of all the 'watching him brush his teeth and faff around getting ready' stuff when I could be relaxing on the sofa
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Note: we don't live in a big scary house, with echoey rooms or spooky corridors in the middle of nowhere, like you see in horror films. It's a cosy, 1970s 'box' in a pleasant estate.