I do feel guilty that he is struggling, but i had it for 2.5 years until he waded in and "took over " bedtime. I have just popped up because they came out to the bathroom, she had done a poo, asked him if he needed help but he told me to go downstairs. He is stressed, i can tell.
So ive just opened a beer!
There is a part of me that thinks, "yes, stitch that, Mr "i think its easier to give her her own way because she wont cry and get upset", you deal with it
There is another part of me that thinks, fucking hell, there goes another evening where i dont get any time with DP.
And another part of me that thinks, poor sod, hes knackered, been at work all day, DD has gotten overtired and he is now up there battling whilst i relax (im not very relaxed though - will be after this beer )
Another part of me that is thankful that i have such a lovely partner who is willing to be such a fantastic daddy, even if i do think he is too soft and doing himself and DD no favours whatsoever.