DAILY SNACK:
Bad Mother Edition
There had been four tuck-ins already.
He had been read to and sung to and snuggled and cuddled.
He went to the bathroom. Again.
He had a drink of milk. He ate an apple.
I was starting to get annoyed — this was my time.
I said goodnight again and tried to leave.
When he started screaming I lost it.
Lost. It.
“You are going to wake you sister.”
I was hissing.
I picked him up and carried him through the apartment.
I don’t think I knew where I was going.
I dropped him outside and told him not to come in until he was ready to sleep.
It wasn’t pretty.
But it worked.
5 replies on “Nighty Night”
Hey, that’s just like when my Dad shoved Ed and me out into the rain and refused to open the door until we retrieved the pack of smokes we’d hurled out there. :-)
Your dad needs a blog.
And sorry about the big, yellow, grinning and totally emasculating emoticon. I don’t know how to turn off that “feature”.
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I turned it off now.
My own bad mama morning hit home when R said upon arrival at school: “I’m going to make a big sign that says DON”T GO IN MAMA”S ROOM!! so that I remember not to wake O. Because I like to see him and I forget.” She loves him and I yell at her. It’s awful.
That almost makes me cry because you are my west coast doppelganger family. We have the same problem here.
It can’t always be pretty. And anyone who says it is, is lying.
Been there, and sympathize…