In all 4 years of being a mom last night was the absolute worst. Usually on Wednesday nights we have a slumber party at my moms. Yesterday morning I said we weren't going. 8pm rolls around and the kids want to go so we packed up and left. Now. I should know better then to throw off the routine. I also should know the 2 things that will always always always happen at my moms house. Dinner at 9pm at the earliest and the kids will never go to bed at a reasonable hour. I really fucked up.
By 945 it was time to put Harlow to sleep. I take her up lay her down, give her the blankies and kitty and look for her binky. It's no where to be found. I only let her have it in bed and I always leave one at my moms. Nope not tonight. That pissed her right off. My mom and I rotated turns trying to calm her down. 1030 Chan finally gets her quiet. Then the hurricane hits. Hurricane Cash. He's over tired and rotten. He comes up begs me to lay with him and when I try to escape he has a melt down waking Harlow up. Now I'm pissed. Chan and I swap rooms and Cash falls asleep for her. Not miss Harlow. She doesn't fall asleep until midnight.
I got an hour sleep and that's being generous. She woke up all fucking night long. "Binky binky binky". I put her in bed with me and she tossed and turned all night finally passing out around 730am and my alarm went off at 745am. Of course there's no binky so she refuses to nap so I'm stuck with a miserable rotten toddler. I double fucked myself. I will never forget a binky again. I take binkies away at 2. Cash did it cold turkey. She has less than 2 months left. However if I have to go thru a night like that again she can have the god damn thing until she's 15.
"Screw you mom. I'll nap at 4pm and fight bedtime like the bitch that it is!"
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