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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.

I have been relatively sane for a while now.

I attribute this temporary sanity to the fact that I’m pregnant and pregnancy seems to agree with my brain.

Sure, I’ve been a tad more angry than I normally would be but it’s not like I’m constantly pissed off [just on Fridays from now on].

But the crazy train pulled into the station today.

For the past few days I’ve been angrier than normal and extra-emotional.  Then, this morning at the ass crack of dawn, our new next door neighbors woke Cara up with their alcohol assisted noise.  It was 3am, they were outside and I could hear every word of their conversation via Cara’s baby monitor.  She heard them too and was up from 3am till sometime around 5am.

I sincerely feel a little bit bad, but I called the cops on my neighbors this morning at 12:45.

OK. So maybe not the cops; I called the “community officer”.

But, he’s a cop who gets to live here for free since he deals with petty bullshit calls like mine.

Luckily, he didn’t come knocking on my door since I had finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Back to the neighbors.

I woke up at 12:30 am for no good reason; I was just wide awake.

Last night was one of those nights when I wished that I could just snap my fingers and Cara would have a mouthful of teeth.

All day she would be playing one minute and crying the next.

I could have sworn that she had two personalities; she would be chasing Oscar and then she would crumple into a little baby pile of tears.

Tucker had to work Black Friday [poor guy] from 5 am to 2 pm.

When he got home, Cara was just getting up from her nap and we decided to go out for a steak. My treat. [Gotta love getting paid for “playing” on the internet]

If your child has been sleeping through the night since conception, I don’t want to hear about it.

Seriously. Don’t tell me. And, while you’re at it, go to hell. I hate you.

Well that sounded a bit mean, huh?

I don’t really hate you. You’ve always been such a nice person.

I’m just bitter today.

Cara woke up at least ten times last night. At 3 am, I finally considered just getting up. How sad is that? I was 100% awake at 3 am.

Cara has gotten in her first molar. Bottom left. It’s through the gum and nice and sharp.

Tucker was the one who noticed the thing…I thought Cara was just being a pain in my ass for the general fun of it.

Last night was horrible.

Cara was down by 8pm. We didn’t hear a peep out of her.

Since her mood had been crap for the whole day, I figured that we were finally getting a reprieve.

Nope.

She was just saving everything up until midnight.

I’ve got a story for ya.

When Mom got here on Saturday, I very quickly explained our routine with respect to Cara’s bedtime.

Bath at 7 pm.

Boob and then bed by 8 pm.

No matter what.

If she woke up in the night, I was to be the one to check on her.

Mom was to not check on Cara during the night as I was afraid that having someone “new” respond to Cara’s cries might make her crying worse which would translate to me being awake for far too long in the middle of the night.

I’m going to have to bust out my Ferber book.

Cara was up at least three times last night; it might have been more, but I quite counting after three.

Once is fine; I have to feed Biscuit around 4am.

But, for the past couple of nights, Cara has been waking numerous times and refusing to go back to sleep without nursing first.

Not cool, Cara. Not cool.

Now of course it seems like every animal that we own is hell bent on getting in my way and Cara has taken to standing at the baby-gate and screaming at me.

Man, I know that Monday was a holiday, but this week just seemed to drag for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have a tiny bit to do with the fact that Cara has taken to waking up twice during the night again.

She eats and then goes right back to sleep and even though I can pass right back out as well, it sucks to not be able to sleep uninterrupted.

That and I’m worried that I’m creating this problem again.

…especially when you’re doing them on your kid.

Isn’t that what parenting is all about? Experimenting on your children…just to see what happens…

Hold your little emailing fingers. I’m not doing anything bad. It’s not like I’m grafting an ear onto her back or anything. [that would just be freaky]

For the past three days, Cara has decided that she doesn’t need a second nap.

So, she goes down for a nap around 10 am, wakes up around noon and she’s up until 8 pm.

She’s 10 months old; she needs more sleep than that! [I need her to need more sleep than that!]