I know a couple whose first, and so far only, child is nine months old. There were crying jags when he wouldn't sleep for the world. My heart went out to them but my mind quickly remembered my own sleepless nights with crying babies. Been there, done that, no thank you.
There were countless readings of "Goodnight Moon", "The Velveteen Rabbit", "The Giving Tree", "Where the Wild Things Are". And the singing! Oy, vey! The singing! My repertoire consisted of "Hush, Little Baby", "Amazing Grace", "Down in the River", and any other gospel that my brain could remember at least a couple of lines.
And how many times would I start out of the door but the baby would realize I was leaving and start crying again? They all have a knack for knowing when a parent is suffering from sleep deprivation and, in the back of their evil little minds, want to drive us over the sanity cliff.
So it was with much laughter that I stumbled upon a soon-to-be released children's book. "Go the F**k to Sleep". Those exact words crossed my mind more than once. And anybody who claims that they love their baby every minute of every hour of every day and would never, never, never think something like that? Well, as the author says in an interview I heard on the radio recently, "they're just full of sh*t."
*Title inspired by this.
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