So for the past two Friday and Saturday nights, I've dreamed of just sitting on my couch with my husband, enjoying a movie and some snacks. Instead, we've been battling with my daughter to go to sleep. During the week, she's down at a reasonable hour. The trouble is, so am I! We've filled her with food, locked up all the toys, and even laid her on the couch to make her relax. Sounds pretty good, right? Wrong. She climbs up and down the couch, bouncing back and forth between my husband and I non-stop. I've even taken her downstairs and tried some old school tactics like rocking in the chair. When that doesn't work, the hard-core tactics take effect which include putting her in the crib and letting her cry. That last time until I get so frustrated, I called my husband in for back-up. I yell, he tells me to calm down, he takes over. She eventually falls asleep and so do I. By this time it's 11:00 and the last thing I want to do is watch a movie. Forget about enjoying anything.
My husband asks why we just can't put the movie on while she's up. Really? Have you met our daughter? Have you just not witnessed what has happened over the past two hours? Like I said, I could easily watch a movie. But, I want to enjoy a movie. It seems like I'd have better luck winning the lotto these days. Movie? Lotto? Odds are looking pretty slim for both!