Which is why, when parents tell me their kids go to bed at 7 or 7:30, I want to melt down just like a two-year-old. I have never known that child and I never, ever will. Not for me the long evenings on the veranda, sipping wine or mint juleps or whatever parents sip when they have more than seven minutes to themselves.
But if bringing your kid into your room works, and you are desperate for sleep, I promise you will do anything, even if it means throwing all the experts' books out the window. So we did.