This is a rant. This is me letting off steam so that I don't kill my floudering, trying-to-be helpful husband. Be warned: THERE IS NO BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT OR GIVING ANYONE A BREAK. IF YOU WAKE MY BABY I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO GO POSTAL ON YOUR ASS BECAUSE I AM THE ONE THAT DEALS WITH THE AFTERMATH.
My child has JUST gotten into a naptime routine. We've had the bedtime thing narrowed down to within an hour since he was about a month old or so, but naptime has just sprouted up over the last couple of weeks. Jack wakes up between 8 and 9. Sometimes, we sleep until 10 or 10:30 but those days seem to be going the way of the buffalo. He eats breakfast around 10ish (because I still nurse him at least once during the night and right after he wakes up for the day) and then he will play for about 1/2 an hour before he goes down for his first nap-while I'm home, we snuggle and he nurses.
Since he was born, Jack had a habit of taking 20-40 minute naps. A couple of weeks ago, he started taking 90 min-2 hour naps. So, I normally get a solid hour of baby free time in the morning. Then, between about 2-4:30, we have snacks, I've been introducing lunch and we play. Around 4, we call the grandmas and around 4:30 he starts to get cranky and is ready for his evening nap. He will sometimes sleep upwards of 2.5 hours at this time. He goes down around 5 and will sleep until about 6:30-7:30 (usually 6:30, he wakes up around the time Todd gets home from work). Todd feeds him dinner and then we all enjoy the evening together. If we bathe him at night, his bath is usually around 9 and then we try to get him in bed before 10. We no longer do bedtime stories because Jack gets too distracted with another person in the room.
Today, someone called 20 minutes after Jack went down for his evening nap. This was after the message I left said explicitly to call back after 7:30. The message was never received and the offender was forgiven. This person knows Jack's schedule and should have known better than to call me. A fact that I should not have to clarify, but I feel for the sake of not sounding too much of a nagging bitch that I should include it. Putting the phone on silent does nothing for two reasons: I forget to unsilence it after the nap and Jack will misplace the handset and we lose the phone. As we only have cordless phones, it's impractical to silence both of them. Yes, he sleeps with sound, but the phone isn't a regularly occurring sound throughout the entire nap.
Tonight, while nursing my fussy baby-fussy because he got a 20 minute nap-I ask Todd to grab my booklight and a glass of water. I wanted to make sure Jack was fully asleep before I transferred him from boob to crib and the quiet was driving me insane. Todd, instead of looking for the booklight, that was SITTING ON THE RELATIVELY CLEAN COFFEE TABLE UNOBSTRUCTED FROM VIEW sat at the kitchen table and asked me where it was. NOT ONLY THAT, but continued talking LOUDLY (this is an issue we have every night where I'm constantly shushing him while bitching about being killed again in CoD; seriously, dude? You sit RIGHT UNDER his bed. Think about it.) about whether it was upstairs or down and did I really ask for a glass of water. His voice woke the baby, who refused to continue nursing because he could hear daddy. He will be up around 1 to nurse because he was interrupted. I will be up for this feeding. I am the one that gets teeth scraped over my nipple. NOT YOU. I AM ALLOWED TO GET MAD. As soon as you learn to lactate I am happy to let you share in the anger of those 1 AM feedings and perhaps then you will understand what I go through.
At least 4/7 nights I have to remind Todd to lower his voice. He says he never plays Duty anymore. This is a lie. He may not play for hours on end every night and weekend, but he still plays at night while I'm putting the baby to bed. In the dark. By myself. Bored. And the clicking. Don't get me started on the clicking. I can't stand League of Legends for the mere fact that it involves a clicking mouse instead of keyboard commands. I want it to die because the constant never ceasing clicking drills holes in my brain and makes me want to throw the mouse against the wall and end the torture. I'm blamed for purchasing a "clicky" mouse for Todd. At least the clicking doesn't bother the baby.
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