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Dear Mom, Bedtime Sucks

By Barrie Bismark of The Daily Dump

Dear Mom,

We need to talk because there is something that has been bothering me for quite a while now. Believe it or not, I am three years old and clearly wise WAY beyond my years. So, here it goes:

This going to bed at 8:00 p.m. thing is really getting old, and quite frankly, it sucks…and you make me do it every single day.

Each night, I am happily playing, singing, and emptying out the contents to everything I can get my hands on throughout the entire house, and then you do it. You say those dreaded words: “It’s time for bed.”

You know the moment I hear those godawful words I lose all control. The crying and yelling starts, the throwing toys begins, and I flop around on the floor like a fish out of water. So, why do you say it? Why, Mama? It is not like the way I am acting proves to you that I am tired and it is time.

It seems to me that I should be able to stay up as late as I want. I mean, you do. You don’t have to go to bed when it is still light out. You don’t have to stop making a mess and go upstairs. Don’t you see that I am a busy kid? I have stuff to do. Important stuff that you obviously don’t understand.

Stuff like filling up purses with cards and dumping out all the pieces to games. Or shoving all the blocks under the chair in the corner. Or emptying out all the items in the art cupboard and scattering the cap-less markers throughout the house. Or even taking out all the mixing bowls and spatulas and making soap soup.

This stuff really can’t wait until morning. Don’t you see? My work is not to be interrupted.

As if that is not bad enough, when you do finally coerce me upstairs and force me to put on pajamas and we play all the games to get me into bed, you still get mad when I get out of bed and come downstairs 100 times. I don’t get it.

You say goodnight as if we won’t talk again until morning. That’s a good one, Mom. Needing a Band-Aid, wanting to talk about my day, needing all the Barbie dresses, and wanting to talk about the cat’s food are all perfectly good reasons to get up out of bed. I mean, seriously. How do you not see this?

So, Mom and Dad, the buck stops here. The madness needs to end. Bedtime needs to be on my terms going forward. Mmmm K?

Love,

Your Angel

A version of this post was first published on The Daily Dump

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About the Author

I’m Barrie. I’m sarcastic, vocal, stubborn, strong willed, and kind of a pain in the ass. I have a husband who I have been married to for 11 years and three beautiful children boy (8), girl (6), and girl (3). Being a mom is one of the hardest things I have ever done, but also one of the most rewarding. I am amazed every day at the chaos, laughs, adventures, and exhaustion that motherhood brings. I have been featured on Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Babble, Parent Co., Sammiches and Psych Meds, For Every Mom, Bon Bon Break, and am a contributing writer for Suburban Misfit Moms, Modern Mom, and Her View From Home. (Follow Barrie on her blog The Daily Dump, on Facebook, on Twitter, and on Pinterest