At night, Scout likes to sleep, but she wakes up every 3-4 hours to eat. She’s been that way since we brought her home from the hospital…until about a week and a half ago.
7:55 PM: Scout goes to bed.
8:12 PM: Scout wakes up.
8:30 PM: Scout goes to bed again.
8:36 PM: I go to bed.
11:54 PM: I wake up and wonder why Scout isn’t up.
11:58 PM: Wonder if she’s still breathing.
11: 59 PM: Scout makes a noise. I figure she’ll wake up in the next 30 minutes.
2:27 AM: Wake up and realize Scout has been asleep for 6 hours straight! Jump out of bed to see if she’s breathing…she is.
2:31 AM: I realize my boobs are about to explode. I contemplate waking her up, but decide to pump instead.
2:40 AM: Pump only a little because I’m sure she’ll wake any second.
3:37 AM: Nudge Kiefer “accidentally,” and say, “Oh, good! You’re awake.Go check Scout. She’s been asleep for 7 hours and it’s freaking me out.”
3:38 AM: He checks and confirms she’s fine.
4:19 AM: Calm down enough to start to drift off.
4:27 AM: Scout wakes up after 8 hours of sleep in a row.
And that’s why I always get less sleep than Scout.
The two cars I’ve owned had only two doors. Since it was just me, I never needed a car with four doors.
Even that one extremely cold night in college when the girls and I decided…
- Yes, we needed to go to that frat party.
- Yes, all nine of us.
- No, we weren’t going to walk even though it was less than a mile.
Don’t judge. It was all uphill, a little snowy, unwalkable in heels, and no one looks cute bundled up in winter gear. Also…
- No, we couldn’t take two cars.
So all nine of us piled into my Ford Probe. Which was
a less cool version of this one this exact one.
How do you get 9 people in that car? Easy: 1 driver, 2 in the passenger seat, 5 in the backseat, and 1 in the trunk.
Alas, those days are long gone. Strapping a baby into a carseat in the back of a two-door with one tween and one teen (who is now taller than me) seemed like a no go.
So Kiefer and I bought a grown-up SUV.
Or so I thought. My grown-up car has mood lighting.
How To Get In Someone’s Pants: Use blue mood lighting.
I may have just bought every 16-year-old boy’s dream car.
I’m totally going to get some.
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