A Children's Book Makes Me Cry

Bocce Ball in Pajamas

Maturing children that can play for long stretches of time with minimal intervention are a welcome turn of events in the life of a parent. Summer vacation with cousins means an ample supply of playmates with the occasional but tolerable bumps in the road when small children get overtired or hungry or burned out. It is much better than being home with only mama! The best thing so far has been my sisters-in-law's introduction to a children's book for parents that had me crying and laughing at the same time. It gets to the heart of parental agony at bedtime. Let me quote from it:

The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the f**k to sleep.

It isn't the most polite language, but truly the laughter comes from the unmentionable thought lurking in my mind in these bedtime moments. That last line without the please is both the title of the book and the refrain throughout the book in various guises. The audible version read by Samuel L. Jackson is a classic. The pictures are all cozy and sweet making them a lovely contrast that aids the humor factor.

Jet lag seems to be off of our immediate horizons as we each settle into the current time zone. A late night thunder storm with gusty winds kept us from a swim in the lake today, but while on a walk along the shore we did see a surfer riding waves and a parachute water skier flying about- I am at a loss as to what to call this particular activity- but it does speak to the size of the surf on Lake Michigan and to the gustiness of the wind.

Bocce Ball in Pajamas

Maturing children that can play for long stretches of time with minimal intervention are a welcome turn of events in the life of a parent. Summer vacation with cousins means an ample supply of playmates with the occasional but tolerable bumps in the road when small children get overtired or hungry or burned out. It is much better than being home with only mama! The best thing so far has been my sisters-in-law's introduction to a children's book for parents that had me crying and laughing at the same time. It gets to the heart of parental agony at bedtime. Let me quote from it:

The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the f**k to sleep.

It isn't the most polite language, but truly the laughter comes from the unmentionable thought lurking in my mind in these bedtime moments. That last line without the please is both the title of the book and the refrain throughout the book in various guises. The audible version read by Samuel L. Jackson is a classic. The pictures are all cozy and sweet making them a lovely contrast that aids the humor factor.

Jet lag seems to be off of our immediate horizons as we each settle into the current time zone. A late night thunder storm with gusty winds kept us from a swim in the lake today, but while on a walk along the shore we did see a surfer riding waves and a parachute water skier flying about- I am at a loss as to what to call this particular activity- but it does speak to the size of the surf on Lake Michigan and to the gustiness of the wind.