putting K (back) to bed tonight, after catching him (for the second time) climbing the bunk bed ladder and poking his sleeping brother in the face.
me (tucking him in tight, wishing for some kind of restraint device, but resorting instead to the power of suggestion): "there... don't you feel sooo relaxed now?"
K: "no! i don't feel rewax-ey!! i feel vewwy getting uppey!!"
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- zoloft mom is a mom to two sweet boys ages 6 (E)and 3 (K). she does her best to keep it together but sometimes feels like she's going to pull her fingernails out. her house is a mess and her clothes are out of style. she likes to think she has a cool, edgy hairdo but really she is two weeks overdue for a cut. in a former life she was witty and fun. now, most days, she is just tired.
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2 comments:
There are SO times when I wish it was legal and accepted to drug your children. Can't someone invent a cough-syrup popsicle?
Does he sleep with a lovey? Tell him if he gets out of bed his lovey will miss him. (It works *kinda* with R)
Ahhh, restraint devices. It was only yesterday that I was at Target frantically searching for a plastic doorknob device designed to prohibit my toddler from being able to open her bedroom door. Of course, there are no models which will fit on her new freakishly fat doorknob, thereby ruing my life. I'm off to snort my Xanax and bury my head under a large pillow.
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