Last night was the second night of Operation: Cry It Out where we let Tristan cry it out at night. Sunday night was rough. Last night, not so much. I am walking around without feeling like curling up in a dark corner and closing my eyes. Woo hoo!
Ooh, crying it out is such a rough stage. Thankfully it's usually over quick if you let it happen. It took three nights with my daughter, but wow they were long sleepless nights.
This is my secret apartment in the city.
It has a park view, a cleaning man (why not) and the fridge is always full of whatever I am in the mood for. I have a pool, a rooftop terrace and a huge king size bed just for me. There is always a new toilet paper roll, there are no bath toys cluttering the tub and no little fingerprints all over the place. When I climb into my (king size) bed, the sheets are always crisp and clean, there is always a fantastic book on my nightable, and there is no snoring.
Hey, a girl can dream can't she?
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Ooh, crying it out is such a rough stage. Thankfully it's usually over quick if you let it happen. It took three nights with my daughter, but wow they were long sleepless nights.
I hope tomorrow is better.
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