Bump left for his fantasy baseball draft yesterday. His mom is here to watch the kids, which is good, because otherwise they would be sitting in a crate beside a little food and water, or something, right now.
After I boasted to Aunt Bob that I didn't have to go to the office today, I checked my email - inadvisable, I know - and found the predictable "gitcher ass in here, missy" missive I knew would be waiting there.
Ugh. So. What else?
I decided to commence Operation Sleep Through the Night Already, For the Love of God with Nathan Jr last evening. The general principle of Operation Sleep Through the Night Already, For the Love of God is that after the 11:30ish feeding, no more bottle until morning. No bringing him into our bed. No picking him up. If my presence in the room is a problem, I will sleep on the sofa. I figured this was the perfect opportunity: Bump won't be bothered by the baby's squawking in the middle of the night, and his mother is around so I can get a nap during the day.
So after that last bottle, I put Nathan Jr in his crib and went to bed myself. Instead of squeezing my pillow onto the far end of my side, so there would be room for the baby at 3am, I placed it in the dead center of the bed. I stretched out, taking up as much room as I could.
There was no baby blatting at me, tangling his fingers in my hair or thwacking me in the eyeball with his tiny fist. There was no snoring husband, nothing furry or scruffly or stinky or wheezy on the other side of the bed.
Just me.
And it was lonely.
2 comments:
Gawd, I don't know how you can do a day's work after a broken night's sleep. That's why I stayed at home until our daughter stopped waking up at night.
After two consecutive days, I feel like I've been in the office for 20. I can't imagine adding 3 wet and hungry kids to the deal. But, if you need to send me one for a brief respite, I'm willing to help out.
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