Sometimes I love the snuggles and intimacy of it with an equally strong feeling but right now bedtime is killing me. DS (2) isn't even that bad, he just wants to talk to me and drag all of his stuffies out of their basket and read 4000 books and have another drink and use the potty and read 4000 more books and... you know. He used to be asleep by 7 but now it's 8/8:30.
It's just that at the end of a long day I'm desperate for a little headspace and body space (three months out from breastfeeding he seems to be getting more obsessed with my breasts than ever) so when bedtime stretches out to 2 hours I feel like jumping out a window or shutting him in his room and letting him cry until he collapses.
Then, when he does fall asleep I come downstairs and hate myself for my impatience and the body language I know he witnesses when I'm frustrated.
Does anyone consistently love bedtime and do you have any tips for changing my attitude to it or do I just have to grit my teeth until he's old enough to take himself to bed?