This is me officially giving up. One day I will write a novel, but that day is not today. Somehow, I can manage to update the blog with Rachel, but I can't squeeze a word out of my novel while she is awake.
She being the high-energy baby that she is, well, that means I can only work on my novel between 10 or 10:30 pm until whenever I go to bed.
I can't do it anymore. I must sleep. I must clean my house. I must finish a million other projects that I have going. I must take care of my baby.
So, sorry to disappoint, but I'm going to bed.
I just got Rachel to go to sleep. She only napped for an hour today. I've been up with her all day. She's just one of those babies who thinks that sleep is optional. When she's asleep, she likes it a lot. But she fights naptime. She fights bedtime.
I'm not really sure what to do about that because apparently having a bedtime routine is good for a child. I feel like I need to spring bedtime on her so that she doesn't wig out. If I can trick her into falling asleep then we're good to go, but the minute I dim the lights and put on soft music and dress her in PJs, she loses it.
Andrew wasn't home tonight, so I didn't even try to do a bedtime routine. There's no way I could stand the screaming.
Instead I just tricked her into falling asleep by making her think that we weren't going to bed yet. I left the lights on and didn't cover her up with a blanket. Under the false comfort of not going to bed, Rachel fell asleep and has been out for about a half hour now. I just don't get it.
Maybe Auntie Josie, who also has never been very fond of sleeping, will tell me the secret to getting Rachel to go to bed. Is there one? Or is she doomed to be a non-napper, non-bed-goer for the rest of her life?