From two. To five. On Thursday. A weekday. Special guests: Mummy and The Suckables. At first: cute. Then: NOT CUTE AT ALL and ***-** will you GO BACK TO ****-ing SLEEP NOW!!But NO! Tara INSISTED on having her party, her way!
At 4.30 The Suckables had had ENOUGH, and mummy too, so they left the party and went back into their pajama top. Which is when The Crying started. Which looked A LOT worse that in the picture but somewhat similar. Imagine as follows: Party baby wants to party on. Keeps sitting up. Is tired really, but you just can't knock her out. Eventually Mummy slaps a leg across her back to keep her down. Extreme measure, but extreme times... Party girl wriggles like a worm and howls. ***** unpleasant.(1)
Eventually mummy wins, Tara sleeps.
BUT IT WAS AWFUL!!!
Two days later, tooth number 8 is spotted. A tooth-number-eight-launch-party then, it seems.
Well.
Could have been worse, right?
(1) Mummy gets duly punished for having run out of patience and justly suffers from a monster headache the next day. At work. At home. All. ****-ing. Day. Long. Yuk.
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Finally, a fellow wrestling Mommy, er, Mummy...Usually I use the smack-him-down-on-the-floor-pin-him-with-both-my-legs move when the peanut is in need of a new "nappy" and is not too keen on the idea of holding still for 3 seconds... Now sleep on the other hand? Don't mess with Mommy and sleepy time. In fact, there IS NO MOMMY during sleepy time. WAAHA HA HA!!!
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