2 outta 3 ain't bad, right?
Well, she slept through the night. Mostly. She went down at 8 pm and didn't really wake up again until 8 am. Sounds heavenly. Well, only one downfall. She was complaining in her sleep every hour to half an hour. Now, I'm pretty sure that the complaints were because of a wet diaper, but I'm a chicken shit and I refused to go in and change it. I mean, after the night before I was a little gun shy about waking her up. I figured that if the diaper wasn't going to wake her, who the hell was I to poke the bear.
Well, that would have been all well and good if it hadn't been for the fact that my dear dear husband was snoring louder than a jet engine last night. So between the two of them I got next to no sleep. But, hey, they did.
2 outta 3 ain't bad, right?
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I have been known to threaten Brian that if he doesn't stop snoring he has to sleep in the guest room. I kick him. And pinch his nose.
Pinching his nose? Wow, you're reserved. I was considering ripping his tonsils out last night. lol
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