Late, late in the night, in the dark……
Yikes the baby’s mobile is rocking violently, what is going on in there? I move to peer in:
Ms Rockstar has yanked the little hanging soft toy lion out of the mobile and is waving the darn thing about, gabbling at full volume.
Couldn’t sleep, Mummee? Neither could I! What a coincidence!
Uh, yeah ok keep it down, Mummy would like to try to get some sleep.
Aiya Wawawawawawa. Aiya Wawawawawawa.
Oh nooooo. No. Oh wait – it’s stopped, it’s –
AIYA WAWAWAWAWAWA. AIYA WAWAWAWAWAWA. AIYA WAWAWAWA-
Oh hello Mummee, s’up?”
What’s up is “Mummee” is right here. She is trying to sleep right. Here. Right next to your crib. Here. Not in Kowloon. You may gabble softer.
Sigh. Oh ok, now she’s stopped the gabbling.
Wait. What is that sound??
That sound is Ms Late Night Monster’s new skill: Scratching the nylon sides of her crib with her fingernails.
SSSSSSSCRITCH…. SSSSSSSSSCRITCCCHHHHH…….. SCRITCH, SCRITCH….. SSSUH-CRITCH!
Oh, hello again, Mummee. There you are. You really can’t sleep either, can you?
Have you noticed when I’m awake you are too?! How about that, isn’t that swell?
Do you think it’s hereditary?
Speaking of which, I hope I don’t look as grouchy as you do, in the middle of the night when I’m that old…
This parenting thing just keeps getting better and better.
Ps: Now Rockstar also complains about being woken occasionally in the night. And usually he doesn’t wake unless a bomb goes off…