The Witching Hour
I have a love/hate relationship with Maddie’s bedtime. On work days, I only get to see her for about two hours before she goes to bed. This time is spent feeding her, playing with her, bathing her, and trying to fit in some dinner. I alternately long for and dread her bedtime. I long for peace and quiet and a chance to wind down from my hectic day at work. I dread giving up my snuggly, smiley girl to dreamland.
I don’t have any problem at all when I drop Maddie off in the mornings. Her sitter is wonderful and takes fantastic care of her. I never worry about her. Bedtime is a whole other story. For some reason, I hate to leave her at night. I just want to hold her as she sleeps and sighs into my neck. She’s at her sweetest and most lovable when she’s sleepy. I want to hold on to that for as long as possible. All of the sudden, all the bullshit I’ve dealt with all day at work is gone. Poof!
The funny thing is that there are days when I cannot wait for bedtime. Days when she’s Grumplestiltskin or I’ve been super busy all day. I count down the hours until 7:00. Still, once it chimes, I want to hold on to her and never let go.
Ah, the irony of motherhood.
Filed under: uncategorized on April 10th, 2007
Ah…the woes and joys of motherhood.
Yes.
Erica, irony or *G*, mothers are strange creatures.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
I can completely relate! Most times I love naptime or bedtime, but then once he’s asleep for about an hour I can’t think of what to do with myself. My son goes to bed t 7:00 too, so I know it would be tough if I worked like you do. At least you have time to play with her, and you’re spending a few days a week at home. It’s wonderful that it’s working out for you. Just keep smiling.
You are holding onto it. You are cherishing the time and making memories that will last forever!
Huggs
Theresa