…or as some like to call them, little white lies.
Up until a little earlier, I had no inspirational, sunshine-y, happy-go-lucky or renewed vigour for life post to mention here in this little gratitude blog of mine.
But then, as all the other nights before it, the bedtime routine happened.
And as I stood there, counting slowly, breathing deeply, and making occasional bribes to baby girl that all her toys would be gone in the morning, in between warning her that my angry face was going to turn on soon, something suddenly occurred to me.
Just like the sun rising from the dark horizon to fill the world with light, so too did an incredible thought emerge from my fury, giving me Hope that I could remove myself from this shithole.
A bullshit story.
I’ve mentioned this here before. You know, those stories we as parents tell our kids, to get, I don’t know, anywhere?
To get them to listen.
To get them to comply.
To stop them crying.
To shop them whinging.
To distract them.
Hell, to make life easier.
“We have to leave the beach now, because it closes at lunch time. It actually closes.”
“Yes the park is also closing for lunch, everyone is going home to eat.”
“You can’t leave the house without brushing your teeth. The shop people won’t let you buy a kinder egg if your teeth are yucky.”
“Paw Patrol will wait until you’ve had a nap, and then they will come on TV.”
“You have to wear a jacket on the trampoline (in 11 degree weather). It’s the Rule.”
And we get away with it because we can.
Why do we do it? Well as you can see from the above list, sometimes it’s for their sake – cleanliness or health. Sometimes it’s for convenience.
Sometimes it’s for OUR sanity.
And tonight once again it was the latter. Because for some reason, baby girl’s room was too dark. In amidst stalling with a variety of ways to not sleep, she kept pulling this nifty excuse out of her bag of tricks. And all I wanted to do was rest, and have some kind of ‘me time.’
She has two lamps in her room, albeit battery-operated ones, so perhaps the room was getting dimmer from the gradual battery strength lessening. However when I was getting her to finally lie down, and again she complained too dark, I just ripped out –
“We can’t have too many lights, you know why? The bugs will catch us. The bugs and spiders will find us because there are too many lights. So we can’t have too many lights. Goodnight!”
And you know what I got in return?
Thank Fuck. I love Motherhood, but I also love that she is at an age to still buy these stories…