Mom vs. Mom

August 3, 2011

It goes something like this:

I need to go to sleep so we can wake up early and get to the doctor.

— No, I don’t WANT to go to sleep… the kids are sleeping, the house is QUIET, I want to goof off.

You’ll regret it when you wake up cranky and eye-baggy. You’ll feel lousy. Grow up, lady. You’re a mother.

— O pickles, just let me have a night to watch the Daily Show and Colbert Report, eat provolone slices and drink crappy wine.

I’m just sayin… you won’t like it in a few hours…

 

this is the Me vs. Me debate that often happens when the night is late and quite. I did the dishes. I even swept the floor, made my lunch. I wrote a poem. It’s past my bedtime. But I don’t want to lose this precious time to myself. I can barely keep my eyes open, and still, I’m just like my kids, crying I’M NOT TIRED!!!

I will totally regret it in the morning, but I love these nights.

Will I ever REALLY grow up?