not really. well, OK, a little. We’ve been trying to put the baby to bed since 7:30. It is now 10 p.m. You do the math, and see if you can guess the tension level in this house right now. So we put up the side rail to the crib and she’s in there. She cried a lot. Then I went in there and laid her down in the crib about 42 thousand times. She is so exhausted that she can only wail like 3 times before she just collapses. I stayed in there until she was asleep. Three times she fell asleep and then woke up when I moved. I took off my sweaty shirt and put it in there with her so she could have mom-scent. Then I just had to walk away. Now she’s quiet but every minute or so there’s one little cry from in there.
The worst part is, I left my new books in there, and I’m scared to sneak in and get them. I don’t actually have any TIME to read tonight, since I now have to do the work I was neglecting during the 2.5 hour bedtime tragedy.
Edited: It is now 10:05 and there is silence settling down over our world.
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