You what time it is, Bitches. That time where all you want is a little piece and quiet after a full day of tiny human taming. You need a solid hour with a glass of wine, an episode of The Bachelor, and no other humans talking to you or each other before your exhausted body just collapses on the pillow.
And then Storytime is a dick. Put On Your Pajama Time sucks a fat one. Brush Your Teeth Time is a total whore and then actual Bedtime is a steaming asshole that just will not give you a break.
What is it about bedtime that makes kids act like the most annoying humans on the planet? Aren’t they tired? Aren’t they excited to go to sleep and replenish their energy in order to face another day of keeping other humans alive and doing all the glamorous things like laundry and cooking and toilets in between working a paid job? Oh. Wait.
Honestly, MY bedtime is my favourite part of any day. It’s better than toast ( and I fucking love toast) and a good book or a glass of wine or sex or anything I can think of these days.
I am so tired. And my tiny humans will not fucking go to sleep.
Bedtime is a real asshole. The biggest one I’ve ever met.
And then when Bedtime sucks, the next day sucks, because everyone is tired and Mommy didn’t get any alone time and here we are ALL OVER AGAIN with me fantasizing about MY bedtime, while wishing I cold hire a bedtime nanny 7 days a week. I love spending time with my kids except when I have to put them to bed by myself.
And if you want to talk about The Hour Between Dinner And Bedtime, we need a whole other post for that motherfucker, because he is almost as relentless.
This shit gets easier, right?