As I listen to them argue with me concerning turning off
their Ipads, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I confiscate their Ipads, all I can think is, “Fuck
bedtime.”
As they complain about being hungry and needing a snack
before heading upstairs, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As they begrudgingly trudge upstairs, all I can think is, “Fuck
bedtime.”
As I wrestle my five year old into her pajamas, all I can
think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I argue with my ten year old over brushing her teeth, all
I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I corner my five year old in order to brush her teeth,
all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I tell my ten year old to once again brush her teeth
because a 30 second pass over isn’t sufficiently brushed, all I can think is, “Fuck
bedtime.”
As I wait what seems like eons for my five year old to
choose 3 damn books, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I listen to my ten year old whine that she wants to be
read to too, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As my five year old interrupts me every two seconds as I am
reading to her, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I listen to the girls argue about whose turn it is to be
laid with, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I explain for the millionth time that they must take
turns being laid with, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I lay listening to both girls ask endless questions,
interrupting each other, and arguing about who has the right to speak, all I can
think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I shush them both time and time again, all I can think
is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I tell them to go to sleep, all I can think is, “Fuck
bedtime.”
As I feel my five year old squirming next to me for 15
minutes, all I can think is, “Fuck bedtime.”
As I listen to their breathing soften and slow, all I can
think is, “FINALLY bedtime.”
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