I despise bedtime.
There I said it!
I hate giving baths to wiggly, slippery children who move when I tell them to stay still and then cry when the rinsing water goes in their eyes. (Duh!)
I hate wrestling PJs onto Stinkbug– seriously it zaps the little energy I have left after dinner.
I hate reading bedtime stories. I know I used to be a teacher– but as a teacher I only had to read aloud between the hours of 8am and 3pm, then I got to clock out. I never get to clock out as a mom.
I don’t like the mess my house is at 8pm. Seriously, what happened here today? is what I am left wondering some nights.
I despise the HOUR it is taking Ladybug lately to go. to. freakin’. sleep. lately.
OH. MY. WORD. I am so over it!
I try to be kind and gentle. Errrrrrrrrrrrnt!
I dole out spankings. Errrrrrrrrrrrnt!
I reason. Errrrrrrrrrrrnt!
I threaten. Errrrrrrrrrrrnt!
I plead. Errrrrrrrrrrrnt!
I’m tired. And I hate bedtime.