Day 36. 161 pages, 58,131 words.
As usual, not a whole lot to report today. I may have had insufficient sleep on account of getting up (in a fruitless attempt to help out, since Mrs. Hatboy also decided to get up) at 01:45am to soothe Toop through a nightmare.
This annoyed me more than a bit, not because poor little Toop had a nightmare but because I got up to deal with it. Now, when I settle Toop back down in her bed and give her a little sing, she usually calms right back down and goes back to sleep, because Toop is a freakish miracle child. However, whenever Mrs. Hatboy tries this, Toop gets hysterical and needs to be taken into our bed, and will not take no for an answer.
So basically what was achieved, by Mrs. Hatboy getting up, is that my attempt to be helpful was a big fat waste of my time and effort and sleep; my attempt to get Toop back to sleep failed because she figured out mama was there; and Toop – easy sleeper but light sleeper – was in our bed and so woke up again when I got up a couple of hours later, and probably continued to disrupt Mrs. Hatboy’s sleep until it was time to drag everybody out of bed at 07:30am, by which time I’d already been at work for an hour.
I’m neither sympathetic nor particularly guilt-ridden over this, however, because it might just encourage Mrs. Hatboy to actually let me take care of business occasionally without sticking her oar in. Because oars are big, wet, cold, blunt instruments that don’t help toddlers get back to sleep. Oh who am I kidding.
Insufficient sleep, and too much coffee.
Hey. Time for a review meeting.