You might have no idea what I'm talking about. Good for you. I'm happy for you and all those in your domain. It is true that a lot of children nestle in comfortably night after night with no problems whatsoever. But some lovely dears, just fight the night-night. Sometimes I feel like saying that to Davy. Like "Go the hello-dolly to sleep Davy Marin" for real this time. With Gianna we have no current difficulties. But sometimes Davy is just a tad, oh I don't know, of a crazy pants. Thankfully today wiped her out so incredibly, that after a quick "not the right pull-up with all of the princesses on it" malfunction, she stumbled into bed after way way way too much fun playing with some of her best buds.
Maybe you can relate to this. And if you don't mind serious serious profanity and you need a laugh- here is what you need my friend. Samuel L. Jackson reading a lullaby of sorts, aptly titled Go the *#%$ to Sleep. And it's the F word. eeek. Unless you want that fun word added to your toddlers vocab, maybe watch it after hours. Hmmmm just listened to it again. Might be a teensie harsh, just don't hurt the babies Sammy. Geesh. I'm afraid.
I think sometimes parents need to heed the advice as well and just go the something to sleep. Especially if you are like this mama. I seriously still need a mama and daddy to tell me to "go the #$&% to sleep." I hate the work involved in the getting ready for bed routine. And I hate moving when I'm tired. And I'm addicted to the internet or something. And I'm going to try try to get moving now. Maybe. Or maybe I'll play on pinterest.com. New easiest place to lose yourself in the world wide web. Maybe I need to set a timer with internet privileges...Who the h is in charge around here?
And if you are still awake. Go the ____ to sleep sweetheart.
will I ever blog again?
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