I’m not sure our cat is going to have nine lives. I might kill him first.
The babies have had the WORST time going down for an afternoon nap today. I have been expecting some tears and fears from Whoop Whoop as he wants to stand up in his crib and can’t quite get down yet.
So, every night and for every nap, I have to go in to ‘rescue’ him. Grunter is usually already asleep and shortly thereafter, W2 falls asleep. Not so bad.
Today, they are both crying and crying. I go in, put them both down but to no avail.
The crying stops and starts. I go in again, but it doesn’t help.
Finally, I hear the fucking cat meowing to get out of the bedroom.
This is the SECOND time today the cat has disrupted their nap. He jumps on the bed while they are still awake, walks in front of their cribs, etc.
It drives the babies crazy with excitement and frustration and they never fall asleep.
So here it is, almost an HOUR since they went to their crib. The cat is out, Grunter has stopped crying and so has…..nope. No, he hasn’t. W2 is now wailing.
Cat, you’d better hide. There’s no love from me right now.
Going to see if I need to rescue W2 again. Poor baby.