Parents, let’s face it. The worst part of being a parent is bedtime. Not the actual act of our angelic children sleeping, but the process in which they become satanic beasts and whale on until they fall asleep.
Oh, bedtime doesn’t consist of those kind of hysterics in your house? Well LA-DE-DA aren’t you fucking lucky?
When I had one child, which was a short 17 months in my house, I would rock my oldest son to sleep. Humming to him and wasting hours on end on bed time. And I didn’t care. I had not a care in the world. But once our second, and then third child surfaced, bed time turned into pure chaos. (more…)