It seems like I get screamed at a lot. I mean, really, a lot. In fact, sometimes I have to remind myself that there are plenty of moments in which I am not being screamed at. Since we have gotten home from our vacation, bedtime for Christian has involved a lot of screaming. I pull out every trick I know, try every method, but I get the same results. He screams at me until I get mad, then I feel guilty and we snuggle, then he screams some more, I try not to get mad again, and eventually he falls asleep. He has been averaging about an hour and a half to settle down. It hasn't been fun.
Tonight was no different. I had already been in his room several times, when he started yelling again. How Tessie sleeps through all of that, I have no idea. This time I was in the middle of something, so Nick decided to give it a try. We were both apprehensive, and sure enough, I could tell the moment Nick entered the room by the rise in volume from Christian. Even though I wanted Christian to fall asleep, I will admit that there was a part of me that was nervous Nick would be too successful, and show me up. Well I shouldn't have worried. Poor Daddy got an earful. He did eventually get him calmed down, and I didn't have to step in. Although he may have gotten Christian to sleep a little more quickly than I could, it was reassuring that there wasn't a huge difference. Sometimes, we all just need a partner in our misery to make it less miserable. As silly as it may sound, the look on Nick's face when he came out of the kid's room was beautiful.
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