Sometimes mean works...

Admittedly I feel like crap, but I was decidedly stern with my daughter at bedtime last night.
On the way upstairs to bed, she attempted to throw a tantrum syaing she doesn't like to sleep alone. I explained at that point, as nicely as I could, that my back bothers me and I needed to sleep in my own bed, and that I just don't sleep when she comes in my room.
She settled down and went to sleep, but just about the time I fell asleep around 11, she was awake with a vengeance, and kicking her feet on her bed insisting yet again she does not want to sleep alone.
I forget what I even said, it certainly wasn't very friendly. So then she tragically gets out of bed to sleep on the floor, because she knows I don't like that. I countered with go ahead and sleep on the floor and I refuse to have a guilty conscience over it.
Ooooooh, I felt like the meanest mommy in the world, but I went back to my own room, put the monitor on voice activated, rather that listening to her every toss and turn. We both must have gotten some sleep, because we both got up in decent moods this morning at had a perfectly nice day together.