But now? Now I HATE those hours. Andrew has decided that he likes to wake up around 4 p.m. and be held and nursed continually until 8 p.m. I am unable to put him down for more than 3 minutes before he goes into White Silent Screaming Rage Mode. I don't mind holding him. I love it actually, but I can't do anything. Becca often wakes up from her nap crabby and needing something right this freaking second. I just want to sit and nurse the baby and watch Oprah for crying out loud. I somehow need to figure out dinner and bathtime and bedtime for Becca while having a crabby baby attached to my boob for four straight hours. It isn't pretty. Especially when John is night flying. Night flying SUCKS. He is here during the happy morning hours and then is gone for the worst part of the day.
I put Becca in the tub early and gave her some new bath toys I have been hiding and hoarding for the last couple months in preparation for days like today. But, then when I wasn't looking she dumped half a bottle of shampoo on the top of her head and then cried when I tried to get it all out. Have you ever tried to rinse out half a bottle of shampoo while either holding a baby or listening to a baby scream so loud he loses his voice? It is, like, impossible!
So, it is 8:00 p.m. and Becca is having a complete and total meltdown in her bed screaming "I WANT TO READ BOOKS! I WANT TO READ BOOKS!" And sobbing in between words. I have gone in there twice and yelled at her that it is TOO LATE. IT IS BED TIME YOU ALREADY HAD YOUR LIGHT ON FOR 20 MINUTES AND IT ISN'T MY DAMN FAULT YOU DIDN'T READ YOUR BOOKS WHEN YOU HAD A CHANCE! GOD!! She is just completely over the brink. I finally just plugged in a night light and told her to do whatever she wanted but to stop screaming for the LOVE OF GOD.
She's probably in there tattooing herself or spray painting "My Mom's a Giant Bitch" on her walls. But hey! It is quiet now. Blessed silence.In summary, my nerves are rather frazzled. At least Andrew finally conked out. I think there's a DVR full of The Daily Show and a beer somewhere around here with my name on it. And tomorrow, we will be leaving the house after naptime, no matter what.