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Can't you see she's pooped?!?!
Aug. 12th, 2008 11:56 amWe are having no luck at all at the moment. Vi still isn't sleeping through the night, even though there's nothing that I can tell wrong with her, apart from an unusually large appetite - she woke up at 10 (the time we were starting to think about going to bed, we were so knackered) last night wanting milk - we actually managed to get her back down in her own bed by half past, when we decided to give up on the day and hit the sack.
And then at 11, just as i was snuggling down, there was the sound of two drunken twats screaming at each other outside our window, then an almighty bang. By the time we looked outside the twats were gone and our car windscreen was smashed. Again. This is the second time in just over a year. Hubs got up, moved the car into next door's carpark to avoid the temptation of further cunts further smashing it and then we gave the old 'sleeping' malarky another shot. We probably fell asleep at about midnight. Violet woke up a second time, hungry yet again, at 4.
So. Hubs had to get up early to get the train to work today, and because of the trains will be back late tonight. He'll probably have to do the same thing again tomorrow since that's the soonest someone can come to fix the car (a hundred quid!) This also means that me & Vi won't be able to go out tomorrow morning, as we will be waiting for the windscreen man.
Right now, though, I would kill for a full night's sleep. At present we've gone back to our system from Vi's first few months - cutting out pretty much all leisure time in the evenings and going to bed incredibly early in the hope of carving what amounts to a decent amount of sleep out of the broken night.
I'll let Lilly Von Schtupp summarise for me:
And then at 11, just as i was snuggling down, there was the sound of two drunken twats screaming at each other outside our window, then an almighty bang. By the time we looked outside the twats were gone and our car windscreen was smashed. Again. This is the second time in just over a year. Hubs got up, moved the car into next door's carpark to avoid the temptation of further cunts further smashing it and then we gave the old 'sleeping' malarky another shot. We probably fell asleep at about midnight. Violet woke up a second time, hungry yet again, at 4.
So. Hubs had to get up early to get the train to work today, and because of the trains will be back late tonight. He'll probably have to do the same thing again tomorrow since that's the soonest someone can come to fix the car (a hundred quid!) This also means that me & Vi won't be able to go out tomorrow morning, as we will be waiting for the windscreen man.
Right now, though, I would kill for a full night's sleep. At present we've gone back to our system from Vi's first few months - cutting out pretty much all leisure time in the evenings and going to bed incredibly early in the hope of carving what amounts to a decent amount of sleep out of the broken night.
I'll let Lilly Von Schtupp summarise for me:
