Why had I let her meltdown, allowing her to cry and lose control of her emotions instead of just reading the book in the first place? Was I trying to be a firm-hand parent? Saying no for the sake of no, so she would learn she doesn't always get her way or what she wants? I don't know, but I felt awful the entire time she slept.
As a young mother 19 years ago, nightly readings with our two sons was a special part of the bedtime routine. The challenge was trying to keep my eyes open all the way through story-time. After a full day at work, then the regular nightly chores we all face, I often felt like the lead zombie in The Walking Dead. More than once, my head nodded and hit the pillow before I finished reading the bedtime story.