Man…someone shoot me

Current mood: exhausted

I. Am. Soooo. Tired.  Lola woke up at 2 a.m.  She cried for a few minutes and I didn’t want her to wake Princess up (not that THAT happens often) so I went to get her myself (Hubby usually does it while I get a bottle of milk ready).  Then, I laid her on the bed with Hubby and went to make her a bottle which sent her into full evil brat tantrum mode.  What the hell is going on with that?  She has become used to things going a certain way.  She cries, Daddy comes and gets her, takes her to mommy who snuggles her and instantly gives her a bottle of milk.  It didn’t go that way so she throws this horrendous trantrum in the bed between us.  Finally, after about a half hour with no stopping (it is now 3:00 a.m.) Hubby and I got frustrated so we took her evil little ass back upstairs to her bed.  If she’s going to cry like a freak she might as well do it in her bed so she’s not kicking me. 

Forty-five — thats 45 — minutes later (3:45 a.m.) the little shit is still crying, she’s thrown everything including her comforter out of her bed.  She’s rocked and shaken her crib until one of the bolts came out.

In desperation, Daddy went back upstairs and got her and brought her back downstairs.  I changed her diaper while she drank some milk, I was surprised she didn’t throw a fit about that but she WAS wet.  She was still a whiny little brat for the rest of the night, restless sleeping, waking up to whine, etc.  She finally fell asleep for good around 5:30.  I was exhausted.  I of course had to wake up and deal with Hubby’s alarm going off forever and ever because, like Princess he sleeps through every damn thing.  I had to push his ass out of the bed.

The cats pushed the door open and the light woke Lola up around 6:30 or 7:00 a.m., just as I finally managed to shove Hubby out of the bed.  Took me a few minutes to get her to go back to sleep.  We “slept” until 10:00 a.m.  Lola is in a wonderful mood this morning.  I, however, am the bride of Satan.

Tonight, if she starts crying at 2 a.m. I am just going to let her cry no matter how long it is.  This shit stops, right now.  I am NOT going to have a spoiled kid.  We’ve been running upstairs to get her every damned night for months, just because it usually is easy — she comes down to bed, has some of her bottle and drops right back off to sleep and we can go to sleep too – although I don’t like the quality of the sleep — she rolls around, kicks, and ends up perpendicular to us and we are just hanging on the edges of the bed.  Although I do like to smell her hair as she nuzzles into my chest, and how she has to put her hand on me somewhere to make sure I’m really there.  I will miss that.

Sorry for all the damned cuss words.  I’m just in a pissy fucking mood.