i have just been kicked, punched, scratched and spit at. not to mention the continuous screaming that went along with all that. i wish i were talking about my visit to yet another cut-throat consignment sale, but alas, i am relaying the last three plus hours with my baby.
the consignment sale was a piece of cake (GREAT deals!) and i came home to actual quiet. the baby had not thrown any kind of fit in the hour+ that i had been gone. i was ecstatic! she was exhausted, and so i figured- easy bedtime! i took her in while my husband started dinner and i said, "see you in a few." and it was true. not even 15 minutes after, i was back in the kitchen popping open a beer, getting ready to show off my wares!
but as i sipped my second sip, i heard screaming. my husband was playing led zeppelin, so i just assumed it was robert plant. until the songs changed, but the screaming remained the same. i took another sip- a long one- of beer and headed back to her room.
in the interest of saving you every gory detail, that was at 7:20. it is now 10:30 and she JUST went to sleep. fingers crossed, this is for real. i am exhausted and never even got to finish my beer. i ate a sandwich while my husband held the baby up to the light (it calms her...) i was finally able to show off my great buys while P held the baby up to the mirror (another calming tactic), and M was as grateful as always for the cool new shoes and clothes i got her. my husband LOVED the baby carrier back-pack for hiking ($12) and i can't wait to show M the new tiny table and chairs that i scored for next to nothing (we never had time to unload the car, so i'll show her tomorrow! the fun never ends!)
so, good buys and half a good beer aside, i am ready for bed. and i am going to bed praying that the baby stays asleep for a long enough chunk of time that my eyes can be closed and happy for at least a short while.
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