She’s going to get locked in.

So it’s been a challenge to keep Katie in her room—both at night and in the morning. I usually hear her open her door before 6 to go to the bathroom, and sometimes she goes back to her room and sometimes she goes downstairs. Sometimes I hear it…and sometimes I sleep through it.

So this morning I hear her downstairs, roll over and look at the clock, and it’s…6:05. SERIOUSLY, KATIE? So I had to get up and yell from the top of the stairs for her to get back upstairs and stay in her room. Of course there was crying and whining and a full chorus of “I’m a bad girl. You don’t love me.” (It means nothing at this point because I’m so desensitized to it—I hear it ALL DAY LONG.) I tell her she’s supposed to stay in her room until her light turns green (which she KNOWS) and if she keeps leaving her room, I will lock her in AND take away her new light. I go back to bed and I hear her open and shut her door at least two times before 6:30. GRRR.