Considering my constant stress over getting my kids to bed, there’s no way I could resist talking about the forthcoming book “Go the F**k to Sleep”, right?
The hubby and I can’t wait to buy a copy, because “Go the fuck to sleep” is pretty much the most common thought in this household on a daily basis. And I think it will make us feel better to be reminded that we’re not the only parents struggling with this issue 🙂 Also, the book looks like it will be hilarious.
The best part of the forthcoming release of this book, however, is reading the reactions of the people who Just. Don’t. Get it. You know who they are: the ones who are horrified that anyone would read such bad language to their children (it’s not a kids’ book!). Or the ones who are aghast that anyone could ever think such things about their darling angels (heaven forfend!).
Man, I hate people like that. Y’know, the sanctimonious types who believe that just because you love your kids more than anything else in the world, you should always like them too.
Am I a bad mommy if I admit that I don’t always like my kids? Sometimes they’re whiny and annoying and drive me up the wall. I still love them, but I think it’s healthy for parents to be able to admit that parenting is not unmitigated joy.
Filled with joy? Oh yes. When my son runs up to me and snuggles against me, murmuring “Mama mama.” Or when my daughter settles down next to me on the couch so she can read a book to me, or vice versa. These are moments of great joy I wouldn’t trade for anything.
But I find the idea that we can never admit to any weakness a bit…unsettling. I first encountered it during pregnancy, of course, when I found that any negative comments about the experience of being pregnant were met by a chorus of disapproval. (Not everyone, of course, but enough that I was upset.) There was an apparent feeling that pregnant women had to be positive and uplifted and joyful or else…well, I never found out what else, but whatever it was, it was bad.
Of course, once the kid is here, certain people react the same to any negative comments about your kids (although significantly fewer than with pregnancy, thank goodness, or I would have killed someone by now). Don’t admit you’re looking forward to school starting in the fall or these folks will ask why you had kids! Don’t admit you’re tired and cranky by the end of the day, either!
Fortunately, those people are becoming fewer and farther between and society is coming to the realization that it’s not healthy for parents to pretend to be shiny and happy all the time. It’s okay to sometimes think “go the fuck to sleep” to your kids, really. Especially if it keeps you from saying it aloud!
(Now if I can just convince people that having a bad attitude about pregnancy is not tantamount to child abuse…)