Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Arsenic Hour ran into overtime


TWENTY SEVEN trips up the hallway to return Frog to bed, after feeding bathing and sending her off at 6:30pm.

TWENTY SEVEN patience cracking, mind numbing attempts to get her to listen to those simple words "It's bedtime".

I have done precisely no housework, no washing, no dishes.

And I'm exhausted but I can't sleep.

Will this child ever let me dig my eyes out from the pits they have sunk into over the past few months? 

Will I ever have my evenings back?

Will I ever kick this damn "Bedtime" record off vocal chords.

I really hope so.

If not I'd like to see the nice nurse with the kind smile and the sedatives please.


  1. Obviously bedtime is not favorite time. I was lucky two of my three kids loved bedtime, the other one did give me gray hair.

  2. Heh - nice to know I'm not the only one who calls if "arsenic hour".

    Why oh why does something so sweet as a baby turn into something so poisonous! (hahaha)


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