Ah summer. Late nights sipping wine on the deck. Kids sound asleep by 7pm.
Oh right. That was just a dream.
While I generally love summertime, since becoming a mother I quietly detest the longer daylight hours. Who in their right minds would willingly want to go to bed when the sun is still shining? Certainly not my brood.
Yet, the downside is a cranky child …er, children, who are completely unreasonable when tired. And loud. Oh my God, loud.
And the loudest is the baby. Not so much a baby anymore. He’ll be 2 in the fall and he might as well be 5. He screeches louder than the older two and for longer. He can reach pitches even the most well-trained operatic singers probably can’t reach.
I just want them all to rest. To sleep. And to shut.the.fuck.up.
Too much to ask?