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On Saturday afternoon, I took the prince to a classmate’s 5th birthday party; Himself stayed home because my doing the party by myself* bought me an evening at my own friend’s birthday while he did bedtime by himself. (*Most kids come to these things with just one parent; presumably the other parent is home or elsewhere with their other child(ren). It’s not like birthday party attendance is a super tough assignment—but it’s probably easier for me than for him.)
Last night about 90% of the way through bedtime, the prince said “I wish Daddy was doing bedtime. He reads the stories much sillier.” I said maybe I could learn to read them as silly as Daddy does, and then the boy said “Oh I have an idea!” and his idea was that his dad and I should take turns putting him to bed.
We’ve been dividing between mornings (dad) and evenings (mom) (when neither of us is out of town), so dividing bedtimes between us means also dividing mornings between us, so I did morning today because the kid wants tonight to be Daddy’s turn for bedtime. I’ll get another turn tomorrow, which is good because bedtime is when I get the best snuggles, so I’m not ready to give it up entirely.
Anyway then I had a slightly frantic day at work, including a giant version control panic at 3:30, when my workday normally ends at 4:30; I stayed online until 5:30 to finish cleaning it up, and thank god, it was fixable. And then I reflected that after dinner I can (clean up from dinner, which is the non-bedtime parent’s job) sit down and go “ahhhhhhhh” and not have to put a kid to bed, which frankly tonight is a giant fucking relief.
Definitely best mom over here. :-)
Last night about 90% of the way through bedtime, the prince said “I wish Daddy was doing bedtime. He reads the stories much sillier.” I said maybe I could learn to read them as silly as Daddy does, and then the boy said “Oh I have an idea!” and his idea was that his dad and I should take turns putting him to bed.
We’ve been dividing between mornings (dad) and evenings (mom) (when neither of us is out of town), so dividing bedtimes between us means also dividing mornings between us, so I did morning today because the kid wants tonight to be Daddy’s turn for bedtime. I’ll get another turn tomorrow, which is good because bedtime is when I get the best snuggles, so I’m not ready to give it up entirely.
Anyway then I had a slightly frantic day at work, including a giant version control panic at 3:30, when my workday normally ends at 4:30; I stayed online until 5:30 to finish cleaning it up, and thank god, it was fixable. And then I reflected that after dinner I can (clean up from dinner, which is the non-bedtime parent’s job) sit down and go “ahhhhhhhh” and not have to put a kid to bed, which frankly tonight is a giant fucking relief.
Definitely best mom over here. :-)