...to every single parent
...to every divorced parent with sole custody
...to every military spouse who parents alone while their loved one is at war.
The baby was up, inconsolable, from midnight to two. All she wanted was mommy. We went downstairs for TV and snacks, but I couldn't get her back in her crib. So I called Cecily. On the west coast. And she graciously volunteered to leave what sounded like a fun gathering so we could link up via Gtalk video from her hotel room.
The only way the baby would go back in the crib was if I put the laptop in with her while Cecily (in full-screen mode) sung her "virtual lullabies." The image would have made one hell of a Mac commercial (hint hint, Macintosh, buy the concept). Or an ad for Google.
Finally, after 2 a.m., we slept.
And in the final surprise, Tori today refused to nap. Refused (complete with kicking and screaming). Despite the fact she was already short on sleep and had been at playgroup all morning. And with that I admitted defeat, toddler-proofed and gated-off both ends of the livingroom, and collapsed on the couch, where I collected a precious 45 minutes of sleep, while the baby watched TV. Hillbilly parenting, I know. She could have drawn all over the walls with magic marker, for all I knew. But I was done--my eyelids like two flags of surrender.
Cecily is scheduled to return late tonight. May the fates guide her safely home.