In our house, my husband is always a hands-on dad when it comes to putting our kids to bed, so allow me to issue the disclaimer that yes, I'm lucky, and yes, he's a great dad.
But as amazing as it is to have a husband who helps at bedtime, I've also got a big bone to pick with him about it: He drags bedtime with our kids out forever and I kinda sort of hate him for it.
Now before you go thinking I'm some kind of monster, let me explain: By bedtime every night, I am done. Over it. Dunzo. I am a work-at-home mom with a baby, a puppy, and no child care.
By bedtime, I'm so exhausted I can barely see straight
I still hate him for it
I hate that he is obviously a better person than me, that my children have proclaimed that mom is "grumpy" at bedtime, and that their memories of childhood will be of me rushing out of their rooms while they blissfully snuggle with their ever-loving father. Hmmpph.
Clearly, this bothers me, and the way I see it, I have a few options: I could suck it up and get on my husband's level, joining in the cuddles and bedtime chats, I could have a serious heart-to-heart with my husband and get him on the same page as me about the sacred duty to keep bedtime fast and easy for my sanity's sake, or …
I could simply let him handle it all, and happily snuggle up in my own bed, knowing that we all have our parenting strengths and weaknesses, and that I'm lucky to have him on my team to sub in when I'm feeling tired.
