by maipham

August 1, 2020

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Being a working mom of a 19-month old toddler, needless to say, I am quite busy all day and night.

You think that my son knows my busy schedule and empathize and let me focus on my work and rest at home?

Ppssstt. Not a chance.

As soon as I walk inside the door, he sees me, runs to me to greet me, but before he even hugs me or kisses me, he turns around and runs to his book box. He finds a book so that I can read it for him.

My little boy wants mami’s attention all the time.

As we co-sleep with our boy, he also expects some attention during the night.

But mami’s got work to do at night, so many times I find myself trying to outsmart him. Sometimes it works, especially when he was younger. But most of the times, I failed pathetically.

Here’s a few times when I thought I could outsmart my son, but then backfired on me.

The study table

I bought a small studying table, just enough for me to use my laptop. I thought I could work some, write some, research some while he play on the bed.

But no, he sits on the bed and pokes his fingers to the net, while crying and complaining, trying to make me play with him.

Now, even when I try to stand next to the bed and work with my phone, he frowns and groans and moans until I jump on the bed.

The remote control

I don’t know why, but my son loves almost all types of remote controls, from air conditioner remote control to the TV controller.

He continuously presses on several buttons on the controllers, and laughs when hearing the beep sound, or when the TV changes.

So I hid the remote control under the cover when putting him to sleep at night. Knowing that he would not let me sleep before him, I still closed my eyes to rest.

A few moments went by, and I heard “beep beep beep…” non-stop.

Wow, ok. He found the remote control under the cover.

The nipples

I breastfeed my son. And I supplement with formula too because of his high need. But he always need some nipple time before going to bed.

But he has some sharp teeth, even when he doesn’t mean to bite me, it still stinks sometimes.

One night, after lifting my shirt up more than 10 times, I lay upside down to hide my breasts from him. It worked several times before. He ended up trying to find the nipples on my back (so cute!).

That night, as soon as I lay upside down, he cried, complained and tried to roll me on my back. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled it up.

Aha, he knows my breasts aren’t on my back.

Mommy, please!

The night howler

Remember the movie Zootopia and the night howler flowers can turn animals into savages?

Well, it is not exactly my case. But I still call it night howler.


I refer to the times when my son woke up in the middle of the night, without me next to him. He would complain and cry until I get to bed to put him back to sleep (even when his dad is there, he still calls his mom).

One night the same thing happened. He woke up and my husband tried to put him back to sleep.

When he calmed down, I thought I could go in the room and maybe sit on the floor to finish my writing.

The room was pitch-dark.

And there was I, sitting on the floor, leaning against the door.

For some strange reason, my son saw the dim light from the laptop, realized I was in the room, and cried out loud.

Ok, mommy had to close the laptop and jumped straight to bed.

Work tomorrow, mommy! Sure.

Final thought

There are literally around 10,000 cute things my son does every single day.

What about you? What is the cute moment that your little one makes you laugh until your belly hurts?

About the author 

Mai Pham

Mai Pham discovered her passion for writing a few years ago and she never stop thinking about it ever since. She finally took the leap and created Live a Worthy Life to brag about her smart ass (mainly just for fun). Enjoyed the fun writing brings, now with her new interest in everything-baby-related, she created Mommy Instinct, to tell mamas that it's ok that they mess up, that they don't know what the hell they are doing, and that it's okay to sit back and relax for a while.

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