Sometimes when my daughter doesn’t want to take a nap she’ll run back and forth in her crib yelling WHEEEE at the top of her lungs. I feel like giving it a try tonight, not because I don’t want to sleep (Oh God do I want to sleep) but because I feel like that’s the sound that one should make as the last bits of sanity slip away.
I was talking to a friend of mine over the weekend and when the conversation turned to babies she mentioned that she’s ready to have another. Number four. In my mind I was screaming for the love of all that’s holy don’t do it!! But, “that’s great, babies are so much fun!” came out instead. I am a liar. And I am going to hell. I wonder if they’ll let me sleep there.
My husband comes from a large family (eight boys—I know) and I from a family of four (three brothers). Before we married we discussed how many kids we’d like to have, just to make sure we were on the same page and that he in no way shape or form thought I was kicking out more than a basketball team. String quartet, maybe.
Now the very thought gives me a tick. Just thinking about the two that I have gives me a tick. I absolutely cannot even fathom wanting to do this again. And like everyone else, I love my daughters. I just love them a little more when they’re sleeping. Is that so terrible?