At my home, sleep is a constant battle. After feeding, changing, playing, singing, reading, bargaining, negotiating the umpteenth time with them, finally nap/bed time arrives. Ahh, just thinking about what I can accomplish in that short time gives me an adrenalin high.
Read some books. Complete my church assignment. Blogging. Re-arranging the play room. Organizing the toys. Tidying the kitchen cabinet.
Oh, the wonderful possibilities. I'm giddy with excitement.
Nap time came. Baby milk drunk and asleep. One down, another one to go. Boy still up playing with his tablet. Boy said he wanted to poo. Ok, no problem. Mommy will wait for you. He made a week's worth of poo (that explained the time he took). I cleaned him up and shooed him to bed. He tossed and turned, said he was hungry. Gave a piece of biscuit and ordered him to sleep. Mommy started to get resentful. Go to sleep! I watched the clock ticking. There goes my precious personal time. The boy sang and kicked and sucked his toes. I constantly shushed him fearing he would wake up the baby. Murphy's Law is true. Baby woke up. Played with both kids until baby decided to take another short nap. Boy didn't nap at all. Boy cranky. Mommy snappy (and guilty for being a bad mom). Daddy came home to a house full of lunatics. Daddy got stressed up. Nobody's happy.
How often does it happen to you?
Please, kids, do your poor mom a favour and go to sleep!
(Source: Picture from the internet)
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