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Hey, I watched Heroes, from ep 1 till 4. I´m a happy gal. I have the other two on my to do list, but whatever.
My hubby won the argument and we´ll take baby Zeke out of the master bedroom and into his own. I hate that. First, cause he´s like, a month, and second because I´ll have to walk all the way to his room to feed him, and although the other room it´s not on the far end of this big castle, at three in the morning the walk down the hall is like the green mile. But, well, it´s for the greater good. The kid has this habit of whimper, and groan, and whatever all through the night, and even though I don´t really mind and sleep through everything (except when he is hungry, I got the mummy radar, which notice the subtle difference between a groan and a groan), hubby is dying here, hence the need to put some between them. The other night I was finally blissfully asleep when H shook me up just to ask me if I really could sleep through all that racket ... I looked at him like he had lost his mind (a point still debatable) turned around and tried to get to sleep again. Of course, it was impossible. My H it´s the kind of guy that if he can´t sleep, nobody can. He has some good things, I love it when he makes breakfast and sets the table with jams, and butter, and bread, and tea and all the knick knacks. But the sleep thing... not a big fan, no.
My hubby won the argument and we´ll take baby Zeke out of the master bedroom and into his own. I hate that. First, cause he´s like, a month, and second because I´ll have to walk all the way to his room to feed him, and although the other room it´s not on the far end of this big castle, at three in the morning the walk down the hall is like the green mile. But, well, it´s for the greater good. The kid has this habit of whimper, and groan, and whatever all through the night, and even though I don´t really mind and sleep through everything (except when he is hungry, I got the mummy radar, which notice the subtle difference between a groan and a groan), hubby is dying here, hence the need to put some between them. The other night I was finally blissfully asleep when H shook me up just to ask me if I really could sleep through all that racket ... I looked at him like he had lost his mind (a point still debatable) turned around and tried to get to sleep again. Of course, it was impossible. My H it´s the kind of guy that if he can´t sleep, nobody can. He has some good things, I love it when he makes breakfast and sets the table with jams, and butter, and bread, and tea and all the knick knacks. But the sleep thing... not a big fan, no.