I’m a little peeved with a certain someone right now. I know it won’t last long. I’ll probably be smitten again just as soon as she cracks open her eyes and gives me a little smirk. But for now…color me pissed.
You see, my little miss is curled up next to me. She’s clinging to my hip and sleeping like a, well, like a baby. But that was not the case last night. Or the night before that. Or the night before that.
Don’t worry, she hasn’t been crying or anything like that. She’s just become a very noisy sleeper. I’ll have her swaddled up in her cradle and from the dark of night I hear her grunting and lashing out, trying to free herself. Ok, no problem, I remove the swaddle. Still, she lashes out. It is so noisy I can’t describe it with words.
I call her my baby pteradactyl.
Last night, at about 3am, or maybe it was 4am, I took her from the cradle and brought her to bed with me. I’m thinking this will calm her down. It does not. And so for the 4 hours she continued to be the noisiest baby (with her eyes closed) ever.
And now she sleeps. Peacefully. And I am mad. Mad because I’m exhausted from not getting much sleep (for the third night in a row). And mad because I really want to get up and go for a walk or go to the grocery store, but I don’t dare disturb this sleeping beauty.
So I’ll just sit here and watch her sleep. Tired. Hungry. Scared to move, lest I interrupt her moment of slumber.
She comes first.