Seriously. No matter how much time I spend trying to put Baby Girl to bed at night, I feel like she gives me a big ol' Fuck You every single night. She cries and yells every night. She's not winding down well, no matter how long we spend trying to have quiet time. I sing and sing. We sit in silence. We read books. She drinks milk. We snuggle. It doesn't matter what I do, she cries. And it's gotten to the point where I wonder why I bother trying and don't just throw her in her crib, blow her a kiss, and walk out the door.
And the worst part? She's worse for her daddy than she is for me.
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