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Four Months…or has it been Four Weeks…Inside?
Monday
RH decided not to sleep most of Sunday night. She’s become extra clingy over this last month in part because I never leave her sight in the morning, and we’re both around most of the afternoon and evening. She’s now more fervent in her protests of her afternoon naps. One day this week she somehow unscrewed the door-protector spring-know at the bottom of her door. She also found the power strip under her dresser, which is currently empty so she can’t dump everything out onto her floor, and she unplugged her little floor lamp and her Amazon echo dot, which often plays quiet music which we use for naps. Instead of napping, she neatly arranges all of her little friends on the big pillow and sometimes tucks them in, as if to say, “You all must be so tired after that long morning.”
Instead of sleeping, she tossed and turned from midnight until 2am, then N went downstairs and I brought her into our bed, hoping to soothe her. After another two and a half hours of tossing and turning, counting, singing, and sitting up and staring at 75% asleep Daddy, she finally gave in at 4:45 or so. The dogs started whining around 6:30.
I may have said “Fuck my life,” out loud, but I think I said it in my head. I slipped out of bed ever so slowly, and led the dogs downstairs. After letting them out to pee, then giving them…
