So it seems that sometime between brushing her teeth and going on the potty for the last time before bed, LP suffers some sort of transformation a la Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
She becomes a screaming, crying, frustrating little mass. A little mass I have no desire to reckon with. Mostly for lack of energy, but also for lack of desire to be puked on (again).
Last night for no apparent reason she once again began contorting and thrashing. As if putting on her pull-up was a form of torture. For twenty minutes she clung to the portable baby swing situated in our upstairs bathroom, bottomless. Eventually the Hoos was able to get her into bed and she fell asleep by 9:45, but we are at our wits end.
We have no idea what brings on these meltdowns. We can't pin it on a change of routine or big event in our life. February 9th was a full moon, but I am not sure if we can really blame the waning moon for these horrific happenings. The Hoos hypothesizes that after all the attention bestowed on AK after her recent injury, perhaps LP is jealous. But why it would only take form at night as we get her ready for bed, I have no idea.
Tonight we are going to try to get LP to bed earlier. Perhaps it is exhaustion that is causing her to act out. I don't know how we will really get her to bed earlier, based on our schedule, but we will do our best. At least if she does have a tantrum she will hopefully wear herself out BEFORE my bedtime...