To use my boob as a binky. STOP. IT. What about the actual binkies we’ve bought you? Are they not good enough for you? The pink and magenta polka dotted one or the pink hearts one, how about the orange one? Not doing it for you? Is that why you felt it necessary to wake up, oh let me see, 5 or a 100 times last night crying? How many times did I pop that binky back in your mouth, until I finally gave up and let you cry? Oh and you cried! And screamed out at me from your crib, “The damn boob, Mom! Just give me the damn boob already!” And it wasn’t because you were hungry, no, because you had a bottle and I nursed you before putting you to sleep. You just like using my boob as your binky to fall asleep! I went to bed at 10 thinking I’d get a full night’s sleep, and when it was past 2 AM guess what? I WAS NOT SLEEPING! And do you want to know why I don’t want to give in and just give you the boob? Because you need to sleep in your crib, by yourself, just like you used to a couple of months ago! Besides, there’s not enough room in our bed. And where have you been the past 8 months of your life? Have you not seen the living proof of poor sleeping habits walking around this house? His name is Marcos. Oh, and guess who’s taking a nice nap while I type this out? GUESS? Sooo not cool! How about I go in there and start screaming and crying really loudly? Would you like that? Huh? Would you? I didn’t think so! So cut the crap, kid, and let Mami get some sleep tonight! Dammit!
Posted on Sunday, 15 November 2009