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It's Heaven
She's been screaming and crying for 25 minutes. None of the usual tricks are working. She doesn't want to be on your shoulder. No to the football hold. Not interested in a pacifier or the knuckle of your pinkie finger. Lying on her back while you "bicycle" her legs? Don't even think about it. So you just keep walking and bouncing, walking and bouncing, walking and bouncing. The whole time speaking soothingly and singing softly while she wails in your left ear. Oh yeah, it's 11:20 at night and you've been up since 5 am with no hope of getting to sleep before midnight.
You're down in the basement because you don't want to wake the kids who need their sleep and the wife who needs more sleep than you can help her get. The anger and frustration build to a point where you're convinced you could put your hand through the 12-inch thick concrete walls of the basement or at least bend steel with your fingers, Never mind the comments running through your head, "3 kids! What the fuck were we thinking? Argh!" You feel like you've found your own personal slice of Hell.
And then she falls asleep. And she is the prettiest little angel you have ever seen - ever. And you want to hold her, sing to her, and kiss her little chubby cheeks all night long. And you realize you've been in Heaven all along. It just gets noisy up there from time to time.
posted by Brendan | 1:29 PM | permanent link
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I'm a Child of the 80s wandering through my days with his lovely wife and three kids.
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