Wanted to snapshot this so I remember it when Maria’s 30, has kids of her own, and they keep her up all night.
So, Whitney and I watched Mr. Holland’s Opus, then tuned-in the election coverage at 10:20 pm to get some returns (at the time Obama only had 200+ of the 270 needed). Maria was a bit fussy, but fell back to sleep around the same time.
Then, the fun began.
By 11:30, she was up, and Whitney went in to console her. I fell back into a cold-meds-induced stupor until she came back to bed at 12:45.
Against wise counsel, I went in myself to console Re-Re. She seemed to respond well, and I rocked her to quiescence, and put her back to sleep. Whitney was not happy: “Okay, YOU get to get up with her the 6 more times she gets up tonight.”
Pfft, I thought. I’ve got this covered…she’ll sleep through the night now because I’m AWESOME SUPER DADDY!
Yeah…‘bout that…
So, that was 1. By 1:10 she was back up, screaming. I finally came around to Whitney’s side of things–NOTHING was gonna console this girl.
Long story short (too late), I got about 2 hours of sleep last night. By the end of it, Maria finally soothed herself back to sleep.