My three year old is trying to drop her nap and all I can drop are F bombs at the thought of it. I had plans of her napping ’til 18. I mean, how am I supposed to get work done ? Shower? Read? Blog? Check Facebook? Seriously, this is a dire issue. I want to throw myself off the nearest X (building, nice mountain, bridge) when I think about this romantic nap time ending.
Her latest thing is to stay in her bed, look at a book and sing about it. What a terrible, disobedient child.
My most recent glimmer of brilliance was to head in there and steal all her friggin’ books thinking maybe she should just stare at the wall for 2 plus hours. Maybe, just maybe she’d fall asleep then. I flew out in a huff. “See,” I thought as I left with armfuls of books,”I showed her.”
And then, a moment of clarity.
You know how sometimes you (maybe it’s just me) completely fail to see the big picture? Like what’s really important here? My child is reading books and singing in her bed. How dare she. Suddenly I’m a fifty years older scolding her for nonsense. Stop your reading. Because I said so. And did I tell you I used to walk six miles to school every day? In the snow? And there are children in Africa…
You better LEARN child. Gawd.
Well, I better hit the showers. I can hear her singing down there about her book and it’s getting louder.