When Pyat Gets Home

Well, pyat , I have some wonderful news for you. On Tuesday, when you wake up in your own, soft bed next to your beautiful wife, to the sound of your baby crying across the hall, it will be you who gets up, and stays up, with her. I don't care if it is six o'clock in the morning. rainwolf, please don't be upset if my loving husband decides he really has to sleep in the car coming home on Monday. Whether he goes to bed at the same time as the baby or five hours later, he is the one getting up with her the next morning.

I'm very, very tired. I haven't been sleeping deeply the past two nights, and the baby was up shortly after six for the third morning in a row. I really miss my free time at this time of day. Today I just wanted it to sleep in a bit.

We had a good game of Settlers of Catan last night. By "good", I mean I won, but it was a squeaker - Daniel would have won the next turn. It's his own fault, though - if he'd been counting and thinking the way Marnie was, he would have known not to trade with me so I could build. She knew, but didn't tell him because her game wasn't going well and she wanted it over.

We talked about the clothes I'd bought (when pyat gets home with the digital camera, I'll do a little LJ fashion show), we talked about our kids, we talked a bit about her thesis, we talked about her take on the cry-it-out thing (which is different from jinzi 's in one or two respects, but she was glad it had worked for me) and generally had a good girlfriend-gab session. She's been so busy all summer, that hasn't happened in a while.

I bought three tops yesterday - a pink one in faux swede that looks like a million bucks, a burgundy one in silky polyester which will look even better than it does now when I lose another inch or so in key spots, and a mauve blouse, almost exactly the colour of Elizabeth's bedroom walls, which looks business-like and nice but not fabulous. I was happy with all three, and I was especially happy to put back all the XL's I took into the changeroom for comparison. They were too big!

Elizabeth is tired of her toys in here and wants some mommy-love, so we're heading downstairs to get breakfast. The start of another day! At 6:53 a.m.!

Testing, testing

*taps side of CPU* Is this thing working? Can anybody hear me?

Is anybody out there at all?

What's going on this morning? Am I the only one who didn't get to sleep in? (sob!)

I need answers, confirmation that the world outside of this house and city still exists! HELP!

Crying It Out - Well, not really - Day the Fifth

I put her down just a minute ago, at 9:02. First she brushed her teeth, then we said a little prayer, then she laid down and I covered her up with her quilt. She's holding Piglet for dear life, and she was giving some token sobs, but at the moment, I can't hear anything. I think she'll be asleep tonight before the first five minutes are up, and with no screams.

Maybe delaying bedtime by half an hour to accommodate digestion of the bottle will not be necessary. That's good, because I like the idea of a glass of milk at bedtime. I want to wean her from the bottle soon, but I'd prefer that the contents of the bottle remain.

Basically, it appears that the cry it out ordeal is over for Elizabeth. She's learned that she can go to sleep on her own. She'd rather not, of course, but then, who among us really likes sleeping alone? She'll manage just fine, her and Piglet and her Spidey pj's.

I think I'll follow her to bed within the hour. I'm bushed. Single parenthood is hard work, especially when you still have a social life.