I desperately wanted so many things for my children. Breastfeeding, co-sleeping, growing up well-adjusted and intelligent and considerate and polite and the list just goes on... I am realizing, rather sadly, that Nevaeh is too much of a pompous douche to allow for any of what I'd hoped. What a fucking jerk.
I've been trying to put Nevaeh on a "gentle" sleep schedule - one that does not involve leaving your baby to "cry it out," as I've never been a fan of any sleep trainer using that method. BUT SERIOUSLY?! Tomorrow, tomorrow (I always say tomorrow). But tomorrow, Nevaeh is going to start crying it out at naptime. If she doesn't show marked improvement in 5 days, fuck it, we'll try another way - but something's gotta give here.
It's 3:17pm. I haven't been able to shower, brush my teeth, or do much of anything other than take care of a cranky baby who refuses to nap. Now, this is fairly commonplace when one has a young baby...but Nevaeh is five months old!! You'd think I'd be allowed some semblance of my life back at this point -- even merely the basic NECESSITIES, for goodness' sake!
Okay life - I am all up for grabbing you by the horns, and, dammit, ENJOYING you before I keel over in utter exhaustion and dissatisfaction from mothering this demanding, bratty, all-too-intelligently-manipulative child. Maybe I just need a nanny and two bottles of wine.
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