Monday, January 3, 2011
Shall I paint a bedtime picture for you?
Tonight was one of the frequent nights that David is working (not complaining, just sayin'). I was attempting to nurse Therese to sleep in her quiet dark room with her fan going, and just a small crack in the door for a little light to see my way out. It begins (this is every night, and I'm just not sure how to change things). As I begin singing/praying with Therese, in comes John Paul dressed for bed including his Thomas slippers holding 2 play swords (actually, one is a play sword and the other is a blow-up giant hot dog). He proceeds to fight the aggressive imaginary enemy with his swords, which involves him sliding onto his knees to escape the mortal jabs of said enemy. [are you picturing it yet- it's dark, remember?] Therese is in love with her brother and begins to toss herself back and forth between watching and laughing at John Paul and flailing herself back towards me (which includes a large, loud hand slap to my chest as she latches back on- EVERY TIME. I am unable to do anything to change John Paul's behavior except begin the litany of "John Paul, go in the play room. Hush. Therese is trying to nurse. SHHH. Be quiet for Therese. Stop poking her. Stop poking me.Go in the play room. Don't you tell me no. Go to your room. Hush. Get back in your room." All the while I am trying to continue singing because (gets graphic here for any men reading) I have to sing in order get my milk to let down because I'm drying up against my will. This is what happens each night that David is working evenings. Good Night, indeed!
Posted by Kate Dawson