Outnumbered Two to One

I can’t always be the world’s best mommy.

Sometimes I need sleep. Sometimes I need it real bad.

This morning my cute-as-a-bug toddler decided he wanted to be up before dawn. 6 a.m. he was bright eyed and bushy tailed, shouting at the top of his angelic lungs for his mommy, despite the fact that it was Sunday and we had nowhere to be and the rest of the children were sleeping soundly. So in my efforts to keep the house quiet and peaceful, I brought my munchkin to bed with me where I hoped to sneak in some extra snooze time. My little boy, however, had other plans (which mostly involved gathering my shirt collar in his little fists and calling my name repeatedly.)

What happened next might appall some of you. Those with weak stomachs and rigid parenting morals, read no further.

I had a moment of frailty.

I gave my not-exactly-a-baby-boy his bottle of milk and I played for him a DVRed episode of Yo Gabba Gabba at 6 in the morning, while I slept soundly next to him with my covers pulled up to my chin. Actually I played five episodes for him back to back, that were each good for snatching 20 minute increments of sleep while DJ Lance and the gang sang and danced and made general merriment on our boob tube. That’s a welcomed and much needed hour and half of stolen sleep I was able to get on a Sunday morning.

Yes the show is more than a little weird. Yes the host is walking the thin line between whacky and creepy. Yes I know kids this young are not supposed to be watching television.

I’m alright with that.

Thanks DJ Lance.

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