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Going parental: The shush factor

I think that every week I’m going to start with a random fact about me. It’s totally narcissistic and self-indulgent, but I will try to keep it entertaining. So here it is: I’m not one of those people that will ever end up with one of those hideous Family Stickers on their back windshield. It’s just not me. I imagine if they were to design a mom-type-scenario that really represented what I’ve got going on, it would come out looking something like this:

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Until that little gem of a design is available, my rear window will remain as it is, dirty and sticker-less.

Anyway, on to our post. I live in a two-bedroom apartment. I would say it’s about 1200 square feet. Our dining room area is quite close to my daughter’s bedroom. When she was an infant we played music in her room when she slept. We popped our iPod into a speaker system and she would drift away to the likes of Coldplay, Jack Johnson, Pink Floyd and many more. She currently enjoys Madonna (the early years), some old school Rick Springfield and The Boss. What can I say, the kid’s got an old (music) soul.

As an infant she was a deep sleeper, but as she grew older, things changed and the music was something she would sing along with, rather than fall asleep to. It was time for a change. A sound machine replaced the iPod almost immediately. Every night we put it on the white noise setting. Nine out of ten people that I have come across hate the sound of it and think we’re idiots for using it. However, I can have 25 people in my apartment playing poker, singing their hearts out while playing American Idol on Wii while my daughter is sound asleep just 30 feet away. She has never been woken up by noise. The sound machine provides a noise-controlled environment, while affording us the luxury of not having to whisper, or even worse, shush our friends.

Don’t get me wrong. I know how stressful it can be to get your kid to sleep, and keep them asleep. And I have definitely thrown a shush or two out there. But the one thing I have learned is that if you stop living your life during the hours they sleep you’re not only ruining your own free time, but that of the people that may be visiting your home.

There is nothing worse than being shushed the minute you walk into someone’s house because their baby’s sleeping. I get it, the kid’s asleep, you want them to stay asleep. But the reality is, at some point they will have to adjust to sleeping in noisy areas. Prepare them now. Or at least try. Or at the very least, don’t invite friends over when you know the kid is going to be asleep. It’s uncomfortable for company. I have learned this as a visitor and as a parent doing the shushing. I have seen the discomfort on my friends’ faces. It sucks. And I guarantee you that when your company leaves, the first thing out of their mouths is going to be, “Ugh, that was so annoying, if she fucking shushed me one more time…” I know this because I’ve said it! I’ve witnessed other people saying it. It’s a very common conversation. In fact, I’m sure many of you reading this are cursing me because you do it, or have done it.

Do yourselves a favor and get your kid used to sleeping with some kind of noise. Instead of saying, “Shhhh the baby’s asleep,” you should be yelling, “Grab me a beer, the kid’s asleep!” There’s nothing wrong with a nap time cocktail. You’ve earned it moms. Don’t let anyone tell you different.

And to answer the question I know will be coming my way: No, she does not need the sound machine to fall asleep everywhere we go. She will fall asleep just as easily without it. In fact, I often forget to turn it on in her room and she couldn’t care less. So there, my evil plan worked.

Those are my pearls of wisdom for the week. Let’s hear your opinions because I know you all have something to say on the subject. Bring it on.

Going Parental appears every Thursday. Yeah, you’re welcome.

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8 Responses to “Going parental: The shush factor”

  1. Hahahahaha, I hate family bumper stickers! And I hate that damn bunny show. If you ever have a bumper sticker, it will def read “My kid beat up you honor student”. I sleep with a noise machine every night. White noise is the greatest… and one day when I do have a child, they will too. :o) “Grab me a beer and an ambien” will be the first thing out of my mouth. Thanks for the tips….

  2. Are you wearing an evening gown and prom-style up-do in your bumper sticker picture? I would never have recognized it was you without the BlackBerry and martini.

  3. this is all well and good when it’s at night and the kid is totally zonked. HOWEVER, in the early am or at naptime, as your spouse/parents/in-laws are madly slamming doors, blasting TV, shouting for no reason, or ripping open shower curtains in the bathroom that shares a wall with the baby’s room, while your kid is barely asleep, then a shush, or even worse, is totally called for. you know they’re doing it on purpose, so screw them for waking your kid and ruining your stress-free morning/afternoon. Starting off the day with a crying child who is screaming at you to “hold you” when you can’t because you need to dry your hair, get dressed, and prepare everything for his day totally sucks. And a kid who has barely napped and is cranky and whiny for the rest of the day is no picnic either. It sucks when he wakes up for no apparent reason, but sucks more when someone else caused it!

  4. Shannon – that is indeed my prom picture – slightly doctored \.

    Carrie – woh. haha

  5. I just pissed myself over that sketch!
    I can attest to the truth of the above bc I have spent many an evening causing some sort of raucous in the Roth household. The kid even sleeps through my forward and reverse worm!

  6. Great! I think I need a noise machine…I can’t get used to the pugs snoring. Seriously

  7. You go sista! Love the bumpersticker– mine would be slightly different– glass of wine in one hand, Jonas Brosthers or Yankees on TV & phone in the other hand! It’s all good! Love the words of wisdom– wait till the kids get bigger & a. they’re partying with you
    b. they’re so embarrassed by you they tell you to shush!

    B– is where I’m at right now– oh well, good times!

    XOXO
    Lori

  8. HAHA Lor. Your kids don’t know how lucky they are to have a hot momma who likes to party. Wait till they hit college, that’s when they’ll appreciate your “cool.” It’s wasted on them at this age.

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