K2 and I were at the playground this afternoon while the kid did her ballet practice. And I SWEAR I don't do the Overheard On The Playground thing, I really don't, and I certainly don't blog about it. So let's just say I imagined the following conversation between two moms&dads of almost one-year-old boys:
Mom 1: How's the sleep thing? Is he doing better?
Mom 2: We're starting sleep training tomorrow.
Dad 2: He was doing better, until the last couple of nights--
Dad 1: Rough?
Dad 2: Oh yeah.
Mom 2: Well, we did keep him up
Dad 2: Yeah, we were out until like 10:30 Friday, and then we had him up until like 11:30
Mom 1: It must be hard to get him into the routine...
Mom 2: Oh, we definitely tried the routine, but he'd just pop up...
Dad 1: Bath, bottle, bedtime?
Dad 2: Just bedtime. And then he doesn't want to wake up for the mid-night feeding.
Oh wait, no, actually, I could not have made that up.
they say we choose our parents...
give me one sane reason to choose these nutters.
all power to smart dads and fingers crossed for those of us in training