The husband is downstairs watching The Hurt Locker and from the five minutes I saw from the kitchen, getting ice water, it is not the film for me.
Lulu is still not asleep and the more I yell at her the more she cries and says, "I not tired!" The more frustrated I get, the guiltier I feel. I came home late, have been checking email nonstop and she has been badgering me to play my pretty ponies...."But you promised, Mama! You promised!"
Cue Cats in the Cradle.
Actually, cue Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk because I have sung it to her every night for the past three months. We are to the point where she sings along and acts out lyrics, covering her head with the blanket and then popping up at "come out at night." We use her brother's nightlight to sky rocket "away from me."It's heartfelt and sad and prophetic as one day they will. I do live to set them free.
The link below features the song, but it also features scenes from one of the weirder films of the past few years. Still it's lovely and I adore singing it to my children. Even if it doesn't actually make them sleep, it's a special time for us. Well, for me. While I still have them.