Have you ever had that parenting moment when you lost your cool? I don't mean physically, of course. I mean, that moment when you lost your patience and yelled at your child; words you wish you could take back?
I have to admit, I'm guilty.
We were on night six of Murray either a) refusing to go to sleep or b) climbing into our bed in the middle of the night. We were sleep deprived and our kidneys were aching from being kicked by a four year old all night.
So much for our "no sleeping in our bed" policy. At 3 a.m., we just don't have the patience to fight it out.
Early one morning (very early, think 2 a.m.), I had moved Murray's mattress twice, carried ancient Nala down the stairs to go outside, carried her back up the stairs, and put Rudy out and back in. At last, I thought I would finally have a few precious hours of sleep. But, as I was finally drifting off, I heard: "Mama, I don't want to sleep here."
Oh, good grief.
I wanted to scream, "Go the blankity blank blank to sleep!" (oh, I love you Samuel L. Jackson), but I restrained myself. Instead, I muttered, "If you don't go to bed RIGHT NOW, I will call Santa and ask him not to come here on Christmas!"
Thankfully, Murray didn't hear me, but still, I really hated myself at that moment. I am the absolute meanest Mommy in the universe.
After that, I didn't sleep either.