I’ve been singing Rock-a bye baby to Em for a long time. I’ve never really liked the lyrics though. Last night, was a rough night. As I sat and tried to rationalize with an overly tired toddler, I kept thinking, “this is when the bough is going to break.”
I think there is an unwritten rule applied to parenting. No one talks about “those” moments. The moments when you just lose it. I had one of those nights last night when Em would not go back to bed.
The irony, I read a great post over at In These Small Moments that resonated with me, right to my core. After reading the post, I was relieved I wasn’t alone. Yet here I was, sad that I couldn’t find the smile to shake the anger out of me.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all.
After an hour we started over. We got out of bed and had a glass of milk. We brushed our teeth again, and headed off to bed. This time, she feel asleep. I had a huge sigh of relief.
I looked forward to morning, knowing it would be a better day.