I have a new-found appreciation of the phrase “Shit Show”.
This is something hat I thought I understood, but realize I didn’t until I had to cut my kid out of her clothes this morning, due to the phrase in question.
Last night, you were a bit fussy. I tried to sing you some lullabies, and realized that there were two problems.
1. I don’t recall the words to the songs of my childhood.
2. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.
Here is a lesson for you. There are things you can fix, and things you can’t. Of these two issues, I can remedy one, so I did. I sang to you songs I knew all the words.
Most people wouldn’t recognize 80’s Rock’n’Roll as peaceful music to lull one to sleep. I’m not even going to post the AC/DC song that I also used because it’s definitely not child friendly, but it worked. And one thing I do know about parenting so far is this: If it works, do it.
As I posted on Facebook tonight,
Just sang Guns and Roses & AC/DC to the 4 month old to calm her down. Rock a Bye Baby wasn’t cutting it – probably because I don’t know the words.
#AdventuresInParenting #ThisWillScrewHerUpLater
Hopefully this isn’t the moment responsible for any therapy you might need going forward, but if it is, we have it in print. This is it. This was that moment.