EDITED TO ADD: This post was written 6 years ago and since I haven’t been blogging since then, I just now posted it. I really need to step up my game!
Stay inside and write, of course!
I'm fuming. Not just from the 102 degree, thick-as-molasses air outside, but from the fact that I'm trapped in my bedroom because my precious 2 year old gets to sleep on his daddy's chest on the couch in the living room downstairs. The boy never sleeps longer than 2 hours at night so when nap time comes around during the day, sweet, spoiled, little Sage rules the coop. Everyone has to tip-toe around the house so we don't wake him or he will be a royal pain in the ass. This is especially hard when my 8 year old wants to play.
Let me rewind a bit. Getting Sage to sleep is easy. He still nurses and when he has my tits in his mouth, he sleeps soundly. The problem comes when I try to move him to his bed so I can close his door and let him sleep alone with the fan on (the ghetto fabulous white noise maker) so the rest of us can go about our daily business.
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