DD age 3 was watching TV in the run-up to bed time. Baby DD was unusually settled with dh upstairs so I went and sat with dd1 and watched with her. As bed time approached I warned her that after the episode we would go upstairs to put jammies on etc. I reminded her again during the episode that after the Duggee hug the telly would go off. She switched it off no bother but when I took her hand to go upstairs she started using a really moany, babyish voice to tell me she was hungry. I reminded her of what she'd had for dinner, offered her milk (which she refused) and took her upstairs, trying to engage her in a game of jumping up the stairs. I got her her toothbrush, which she threw at me, her jammies, which she threw on the floor and offered her a story for once she was ready. She started screaming and throwing books around the room, at which point I told her, still in a pleasant but firm voice, that I had been looking forward to putting her to bed, reading her some stories and singing songs together, but if she was going to shout at me and throw things then once she was in her pyjamas I would just leave her to it and go back downstairs. She proceeded to lie on the floor screaming so I gave her a few minutes and then offered to help her get dressed. She repeated the whole rigmarole of chucking her pyjamas around while screaming like a banshee so I gave her a kiss, switched her light off, told her I loved her and went downstairs.
She went completely bananas and lay at the top of the stairs wailing that she was sorry and she wanted me to come back up. I gave her until she was crying rather than shouting, took her into my bed for a cuddle and then back into her room where I dressed her and put her to bed with no story (because I felt I should follow through with what I had said and also because it was getting late) but I sang her a few songs. Throughout bedtime she kept sobbing that she wanted daddy to put her to bed.
I was so happy to get to do bed time as it's quite rare these days due to the baby, and it all went wrong. If you've got this far I'd appreciate any advice - where in that spectacular shit show of a bed time could I or should I have done something differently to salvage the situation? I'm feeling rubbish about it so while I do want advice, please don't be too brutal.