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My children sleep in until at least 8 a.m. most weekdays. Being woken up too early is almost never an issue. In fact, the issue arises when my children must be somewhere before 8 a.m., and we (my husband or I) end up waking them up.
As fate would have it, the sleeping-in bliss only lasts during the week, when we don’t need or want it. As soon as 5 a.m. hits almost every Saturday morning, my 2-year-old is up and in our bed. How this only happens on the weekend baffles me to this day, but toddlers have a knack for finding the deep, dark pieces of life that we loath and bringing them to light–so I guess I’m really not that surprised.
[tweetthis]Toddlers have a knack for finding the deep, dark pieces of life we loath & bringing them to light–via @homemadeexp[/tweetthis]
This particular Saturday morning my husband and I stayed up late the night before and were exhausted. To put the cherry on top, my 2-year-old came slinking down the stairs at 4:45 a.m.–the perfect slap in the face. Too close to 5 a.m. to send him back up to the bed and in the 4 a.m. realm, which makes any normal person want to hurl themself off a deck.
So, I turned on a movie, which kept him occupied for a while, but then he got squirmy and whiney, and well, started acting like a baby who didn’t get enough sleep, as he was. Not long after, my other toddler came thumping down the stairs, into our bed and antagonizing her brother with every word that came out of her mouth. So, going on a couple of hours of sleep, I blew a fuse.
I pulled them both out of our bed, forced them into the basement, grabbed a big bag of chips and applesauce pouches, turned on a movie, and locked away all the remotes. I told them, in the sternest voice I have, that if I heard them I would end them, and I came back upstairs to climb into bed.
Of course, now I’m wide awake typing this, and no one’s won the morning battle. But the point is: every once in a while, it’s okay to be so over it or exhausted or just sick of doing the perfect parent thing day in and day out that you’re a “bad mom.”
P.S. I would like to thank the movie Bad Moms for the inspiration to let go a little, laugh at my chaos and buy wine before picking up my toddlers from daycare this week.
Published on August 13, 2016 Updated on 20 April 2022