For those occurrences in our parental life, we tend to feel a little (or a lot) guilty for wanting the little people we love to leave us alone so that we can be more than "Mommy" or "Daddy" for a couple hours in the evening. You rarely express that true, valid and perfectly normal thought: Please go the eff to sleep, dear spawn of mine. No one wants to appear to not love every single moment of parenthood even when you are covered with poop/snot/vomit/barf or have a headache/suffering from exhaustion/ had a rough day/PMS/or just need to remember how to form a complete thought, express it to another adult (whom you sometimes forget exist).
For those times, I personally wish I could read this book. (the link may not work because it was from facebook and I'm not entirely sure how facebook really works, but see below) You'd never, ever read it to your kid(s), but it sure feels go to know you aren't the only parent that thinks it.
|From C. Kemp's photo album. It's the front cover, but there is a whole book...|