This was today’s choice: either let Mamie scream her lungs out in her crib (“Mommy, Mommy, no crib, BED, no pee, no poop, BED, Mommeeeeeeeee….” — nice of her to let me know there was no pee or poop going on, dontcha think?) or go into her after 15 minutes of that, plop her down on the tempurpedic and watch her put herself out in 2.2 minutes.
Guess which one I did?
Yes, much to the chagrin of our sitter (“Do no go into her tomorrow,” she pleaded with me yesterday), I went in. I went in and I picked her up. I went in and I picked her up and PUT HER ON THE BED. Man, I am toast next week when I have to tell the sitter what I did. Am I the only who’s a little scared of the sitter? Anyway, I figured what’s worse, a crying, upset child who is still (perpetually) teething, or a kid who will sleep for 2 hours, albeit next to me in the bedroom. For me that was a no brainer (no cracks, please). I’d rather have a napped kid, than a cranky one. That’s what I’m saying today anyway. Check back with me tomorrow.