Go the f*ck to sleep!

Have you seen this, Go the F*ck to Sleep by Adam Mansbach?

 

I don't know if I should be horrifed or laugh. My reaction is honestly a little bit of both.

We're taught to be so reverent towards children. Motherhood should be butterflies in a meadow and love and tenderness and sleeping children nestled in your arms. And some days, SOME days, it is that. It's giggles and new words and sloppy baby kisses, and your first real hug from them.

Other days? There's puke in your underwear, gum in hair, one parent is scrubbing the rug while the other stands in the shower, fully dressed with a sick baby. There's screaming and snot and pouty lower lips and tantrums and a tiny little terrorist that refuses to let you sit in the rocking chair NO MATTER that this is the fifth time you've been up with them and they are asleep in your arms. The second your butt hits the chair cushion, the're rarin' to go again for another lap of the upstairs.

Another book that had me giggling is this one, by Alice Bradley and Eden M. Kennedy.

This is one of the few actual physically books I've purchased in ages, and it's totally worth it. I even made it past the end of the title the first night, but it was a close thing.