Bloody Hell. Bloody, Bloody Hell. I absolutely, categorically, undeniably lost my temper last night with Miss Moo. A little background first.
Over the past year or so Moo has been getting into the big bed with Juicy Tomato and I. Initially it was early morning 6.00-6.30 am. Then it started getting earlier, and then she’d already be in the bed when we woke up. Not long ago she started going to sleep in our bed because the Menace, who she shares a room with, wasn’t settling.
By way of trying to get her excited about sleeping through the night in her own room we bought a bunk bed, a fantasy bus themed bunk bed no less. Things were fine for a week or so and then she came upon the fact that if she woke her brother up she would more than likely end up in our bed. Yes, I can fell you shaking your head at out parenting style.
So last night there was flat out refusal when it came to her bedtime. She was tired, I was tired and it had been preceded by a day of continual antagonism between us. That afternoon had seen over an hour of frustrated cajoling to get her dressed to go down the street and I had that slightly worn down feeling that only comes from having kids at you all day.
I thought upping the stakes would be a good idea. “I’ll take your scooter for a day if you don’t go to bed.” Then I threatened the bike, then I told her that unless she went straight to bed I’d take her bunk bed apart tomorrow. She started howling and at this stage, if I was being the grown up, I would have realised that we had both approached the boundaries of reason and common sense. But I wasn’t being a grown up. ”Right unless you go quietly to bed right now and don’t wake your brother up that bunk bed is going.”
“I hate you. I HATE YOU, she screamed. I picked her up and carried her to the top bunk. I was beyond fuming as I put her down and tried to pull the doona over her. She wouldn’t lie down and was crying and struggling. Before I realised it I had screamed at her. ”LIE DOWN.” It was like some beast rising up from the sea floor to attack an unsuspecting swimmer. It was so loud the The Menace woke immediately in fright and started crying. I had left myself nowhere to go. The Tomato thankfully came in and took over. I was still so cross and felt completely justified.
Moo was so upset that her Mum had to put her in the big bed while she went in to settle The Menace. In the living room I could hear her howling, “Don’t let Daddy take my bunk bed, I love it, I love it.” That’s when the guilts caught up with me. It took Juicy Tomato an hour to calm her down and get her to sleep. In the big bed.
“Maybe you could have handled that differently.” Well yes I could have, but I didn’t. And because I didn’t I had achieved exactly the opposite of what we were trying to. The irony was not lost on me.
The Tomato ended up falling asleep on the bottom bunk after getting The Menace to sleep while Moo ended up in the big bed with me. I had trouble falling asleep as I still felt bad about what had happened. It must have been around 1.00am when she realised that I was in the bed as well. She rolled over and put her arm across me and said “Daddy.”
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“That’s alright. I’m sorry too.”
Now I felt really bad. Bloody Hell.
I used to sing this song to Moo when she was a baby and I sing it to The Menace now when putting him to bed.