You might be dead if you haven’t heard of the new bestselling children’s book, “Go the F*ck to Sleep”. I first heard of it a little over a month ago and read an online version immediately upon spying the title. A couple of weeks later, I learned that Samuel L. Jackson had done a recording of himself reading it so I downloaded it on Audible.com. I was absolutely rolling. It was all I could do to keep control over the post-three-children state of my bladder.
I absolutely can relate. Styles was a pretty good sleeper until I became a single mom. Then he wanted me close by all. the. damn. time. I would have to lie down with him until he fell asleep which usually meant that I fell asleep either before or just after him. I’m pretty sure my thoughts often included the sentence “just go the f*ck to sleep, Styles!” but I honestly cannot remember. The worst was when I wanted to do something. We lived with my mom and she wouldn’t let me leave the house until Styles was asleep so naturally the nights I wanted to go dance my heart out at Cowboys, Styles fought sleep with his entire heart and soul. It’s like he knew. He KNEW that I wanted to go have a good time and by George, he was absolutely not going to let me do it. Not if it meant he had to miss out on the fun!
Madilyn is even worse. She has fought sleep from the very beginning. I remember a trip to Savannah to see Kyle after he moved here and while we were still in Orlando. She would NOT go to sleep. It was about 4am and the child was still awake. I had a long drive back to Orlando looming the next day and I was at my wits’ end. I was (admittedly) about thisclose to shaking her to sleep when I realized that, that really wasn’t the best, safest, or most sane idea. So I woke Kyle and asked him to care for her so that I could nab a couple hours of sleep. As soon as I handed her over to him, she started crying. She KNEW that I wanted some sleep. Apparently she would have rather I fall asleep at the wheel and wind up in a ditch than let me sleep for two stinking hours. I DEFINITELY thought “GO THE F*CK TO SLEEP” on this occasion.
My favorite line from the book (and the one that I most related to) is:
Fortunately I haven’t had to deal with it with Grady yet, but as moving Madilyn out of her crib becomes eminent, I am aware that there may be many, many nights in my future where this book becomes my mantra.
I’m glad someone finally had the balls to say what we all have thought from time to time. It makes me want to write a book entitled, “Shut the F*ck Up” in loving memory of my painfully talkative son.
Can you relate to this book? Do you think it’s as funny as I do, or have I just offended you?