go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleeeeep, little wide-awake baaaaby

So it's 2 o'clock in the a.m. and I'm waiting for my last dose of Nyquil to kick in so I can rest in peaceful oblivion.
Not so for Drew.
Apparently, if Drew is awake, then by god the rest of the family better be awake, too.
Not that there's any reason, mind you, for him to be awake. He's been changed, fed and burped. He's had his nightly puke-all-over-mommy's-shirt.
So, he should be good to go. But no...he wants entertainment, and another replay of his "Daddy Sings Goodnight" CD frankly isn't enough.
He's the one who gave me this bubonic-plague-type cold, for which Nyquil does practically nothing, so he needs to by god go to sleep because Mommy. Is. Sick. And Tired.

Not only that, but my husband decided today would be a good time to take down the baby gate that was keeping our cat downstairs and allow the little sucker free reign of the house. The cat is exercising this new freedom by running up and down the stairs, making me think there's a burglar in the house or, at the very least, an extremely large yet agile rodent.

Oh goody. The quiet space between his fussing is getting longer.
Much longer.

Lullaby time for Mommy!

Ah, crap. I think my son is on repeat, just like his ineffective lullaby CD.

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[ebeth]

it DOES get easier the older he gets.. it might not seem like it at this point, but you WILL get a full night's sleep eventually. :) (hug)