Total Word Count: 0
Wow, I had hoped for things to start out better. Sometimes, I have time enough at work, that I can use my lunch break to write. Not today. Friday's are usually bad, so I wasn't too surprised. I figured since it was Friday, I could easily write at home. I could stay up as late as I needed to to get in some writing.
So, Friday evening, I put the kids to bed, and sat down to write, when I heard the baby crying from his crib. I groaned, and went to get him. I tried to get him back to sleep, but he seemed to worked up and awake already. I think I was too slow in responding to his cries, and I gave him time to wake up all the way. Now, he didn't want to go back to sleep.
My wife will often just take him to our bed, and let him sleep beside her, so I dumped him off with her. But it didn't last long, when I went into our room to change into some pajama pants (I wanted to be comfortable while I wrote), my wife begged me to take him. She needed to be at work in the wee hours of the morning, so she had to sleep. The baby wouldn't be good, wouldn't even lay down, so she couldn't keep him with her.
I knew I was in trouble. Hopefully I could get him to sleep so I could write, but I was worried that it wasn't going to happen. And I was right (not write). I tried everything, but the only thing that seemed to work was time. He was tired, but he needed to get back to that sleep-ready state that he'd been in when I put him to bed the first time that night.
I wound up watching Cars on the couch with him. I fell asleep sometime in the middle of it, and I think he did too, although still fitfully. When it ended, he was at last good and asleep, but so was I. I took him up to his room and conked out myself. I would have to double my efforts the next day.