This is a cranky whine by Cranky. Please ignore if you’re not into whining.
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The Twig and the Bed
Yesterday, husband and I decided to get Twig a real bed. While she’s not crawling out of her crib, she’s been ejecting Mouse… and blanket, pillow, and anything else not nailed down.
And then whining for us to get them.
Aha, we think. We will get her a bed, and then she will be FOILED in her attempt for attention since she will be able to retrieve said items herself.
So we headed out to IKEA to get the Twig a bed. FYI: People who spank their kids in the middle of IKEA set a bad tone for the rest of my day.
The bed plan didn’t really work out as intended. She didn’t want to sleep in the crib anymore. The bed was too cool. But she didn’t want to sleep in the bed either. She wanted to sit there and giggle.
And We Have Raid Responsibilities
Husband and I had signed up for raids as a courtesy (we weren’t on the ID earlier in the week, so we were offering to sub for anyone who couldn’t make it to night #2 of the raid). I told the raid leaders that we were having baby issues, and they could have one, but not both, of us. Husband was picked for his leet DPS, and I was on baby duty, alternating between spending stretches with the baby, trying to settle her down, and then hanging on an alt leaving her alone to get to sleep.
But, of course, this was the night that everything went to hell. One of the raid leaders was having troubles with his ventrillo, and as soon as that got resolved, one of our guildies suddenly dropped group. And we were already short people and barely making 2 groups happen. If I ever wanted to nuke a guildie from orbit, it was last night, because the timing just sucked. I was BUSY dammit. BUSY BUSY BUSY.
I joined the group because they were seriously out of options, and Twig was finally quiet. Just after we pulled, she starts raising holy hell, and at this point she was overtired and unreasonable and just needed to sleep already for her own good… so I put her back in ye olde crib, where she couldn’t get into any trouble. I knew she’d fall asleep there, as she had every night for the last 2 years, even despite the strenuous (thankfully brief) protests.
Ah the parent’s dilemma. On the one hand, the kid comes first, always. On the other hand, once the kid is asleep (or ostensibly so) you need a little you-time or you’re gonna go crazy… and you can’t let people down once you commit to something, unless it’s urgent.