I am awake. I have been awake since 5 am.
Cara is awake. Cara has been awake since 5 am.
Do you see a correlation here?
Not only did she wake up but I could here her bouncing in her crib and couldn’t help but hear the earsplitting screams. [Cara, is the screaming REALLY necessary?!]
The most maddening part about the screaming is that it’s not a pissed off scream or a sad scream. It’s just a damn loud scream to let me know that she’s ready to get up.
Then there’s the “MAHAM!!!”. [Cara, why can’t you hollar “DAHAD!!!”?] It’s always at least two sylables and is yelled at the top of your lungs. I’m sure the next door neighbors LOVE hearing that at 5 in the morning.
And lastly, there’s the crib bouncing.
I’m waiting for the bottom of the crib to fall out. I think just about everyone in the house will be surprised shitless when that one happens. Ok. The dog wouldn’t really care since she really just tolerates Cara but everyone else would be pretty damn shocked. I don’t really think that Cara would be hurt since the mattress will provide some cushion but I’m going to be pissed that she broke the crib.
The “sqeaky-squeak-squeak-squeaky” that comes through the baby monitor sounds a bit like an old hotel bed and that really is the sound of death for my sleep. The screaming, the crying, the calls for MAHAM[!!!] don’t necessarily mean that she’s really up for the day. BUT, I already have one foot off the bed when I hear the bouncing.
So now she’s sitting in front of the TV watching Curious George, I’m drinking my fourth cup of coffee and her father is asleep on the couch.
Somehow, I feel that I’m getting the short end of the stick.