The Night of Her Discontent

Baby Girl was kicked out bed tonight. After almost six months of snuggling happily with Mommy & Daddy in the adult bed, she was evicted and sent to live in her crib.

To say she was unamused would be something of an understatement. There were a solid 37 minutes of what I can only imagine were threats of violence and grave bodily harm coming from the second bedroom until she finally tuckered herself out and grudgingly gave into sleep.

As I type this, she is sleeping soundly, although she did wake up for a trip to the milk tap, and we expect that she will be up again sometime soon for another feeding.

Up to this point Baby Girl has been pampered pretty well when it came to sleep. She gets rocked to sleep, was right next to the milk tap while she slept, and generally had a couple warm bodies to cuddle with.

Like all good things this had to come to an end. Mommy & Daddy haven’t had much time for adult recreational activities, and more importantly haven’t had a whole lot of nights of good sleep. Mommy can be sarcastic when she’s in a good mood, so Mommy without a good night’s sleep can be more than a little caustic.

It doesn’t help that Mommy doesn’t really see shades of gray in life, and Daddy is fully aware that life has approximately one million, seven hundred and sixty thousand, four hundred and fifteen shades of gray, applying to everything from how dishes need to be done, to how towels should be folded, and what exactly constitutes breakfast (occasionally cheesecake, occasionally pasta, you just never know).

Needless to say, it would have given Mommy gray hairs by now, except that she’s Japanese and they age very well, so I don’t expect her to have gray hairs until well into her 90’s, whereas I already have enough of them that if they were all in one area of my head, I could braid them.

We waited for the weekend to give the eviction a try, because we figure a) I’ll be around to suffer with Mommy through the first few nights of the process, instead of at the gym, and b) there’s less chance our neighbors will care that there is a screaming baby next door to them since they still seem to have social lives involving alcohol and fun.

Now, given that Baby Girl takes three naps a day, along with her night time bed time, we can expect that I can look forward to three to four hours of screaming per day for however long it takes Baby Girl to actually accept her new arrangements. The upside is that her screaming is still more enjoyable to my ears than most of the music on the radio these days, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.