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26 October 2008 @ 01:31 pm
Universe, what did I do to you to make you hate me so?  
So at 1:10, I get Meghan down for a much-needed nap. I had just taken a shower/bath with her before, and she was throwing a fit because she wanted me to take her out of her bath seat and hold her -- as in, screaming and carrying on as though someone had just plunged an axe into her head, and then the moment I picked her up or she got distracted enough by a toy, she was all coo-ey and happy again. It made doing the things I needed to do for myself in the shower (i.e., soap up, wash hair) in order to finish and get the hell on out of there very difficult, and I even resorted to going, "Meghan, if you don't stop throwing a fit by the time I count to five, you're going to be in trouble. 1...2...3...." She actually calmed down then, which makes me wonder how much she understands, but doesn't let on. Or maybe it was a coincidence. I have no idea.

Anyway, so Meghan goes down for a nap, and I go back to my room to get dressed, thinking happily, "No post on Sundays!" (HP reference alert! I was just listening to Sorcerer's Stone on CD in the car yesterday. :) ) My dog freaks out when the mailman comes, which always disrupts Meghan (aka the lightest sleeper in the world) from her nap, so I'm reveling in the fact that this won't happen today.

Three or four minutes later, cue doorbell.

Half a second later, cue manic barking by my dog.

I have no idea who's at my door, and I can't go find out, because I am 100% naked.

Maybe 30 or 45 seconds later, cue baby crying. I was surprised she waited that long to cry, actually.

Two seconds later, cue me snapping my fingers down the stairs and hissing my dog's name, trying to get her to shut up. Cue my brain heaving a great, big resigned sigh, because it knows that once Meghan's up, it's really hard, and often impossible, to get her back down, even if I nurse her again.

Although...OK, maybe the universe doesn't hate me. Maybe it only has a strong dislike of me, because while I was typing this up, hoping a miracle would happen and the crying would stop on its own,...a miracle happened and the crying stopped on its own!

I don't know whether to kill someone or celebrate. Maybe the best thing to do would be to finish getting dressed before the next time the universe decides to vomit on my shoes.

I know, I know, baby with sleep problems =/= famine, house destroyed by hurricane, terminal illness, etc. But I still had to vent.

Addendum: STOP SUCKING, LJ! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TRY TO EAT THIS POST AGAIN.
 
 
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author_by_night: Ron to Child by icatcher/canadian_turtleauthor_by_night on October 26th, 2008 05:46 pm (UTC)
You should get a sign that says "GTFO, baby sleeping."

Or at least, "Shh - baby sleeping."

Does your mailman have to go to your door?
Miss Sophia: Srslymiss_sophia on October 26th, 2008 06:26 pm (UTC)
I actually thought about putting a sign on the door saying something to that effect. I don't usually have a lot of people ringing my doorbell, but I think it may still be worth it. Glad to have the idea seconded! :)

As for the mailman, unfortunately, my mailbox is on my house, right next to my door, so there's no choice there. Plus, my dog fancies herself a guard dog, so a lot of the time she'll bark even when some random person is walking in front of the house, especially if the person is walking a dog. So I'm sort of screwed there. My dog spends a lot of time at my parents' house, so when she's there I get a reprieve, but when she's back with me, I'm always dreading these sorts of things. It would be nice if Meghan, you know, learns to sleep through it, or at least to go back to sleep after it wakes her up. Maybe after the small miracle, I have some hope....
Spicedogs: Meghanspicedogs on October 26th, 2008 07:05 pm (UTC)
I see the old trick of counting works. Start trying that when it is time for a nap or she wakes up cranky from a short nap.

I'll confess that I never knew what I'd do after the count. But it always worked. You and your brother had great imaginations.