Tuesday.
Penny was up, as predicted, most of the night. Tonight though, I'm not pandering to her. I'm going to turn the monitor off and leave her. If she's not going to eat when we want her to eat, she's not going to eat at all. She wakes up EXPECTING a bottle between 10pm and 11pm every night. Well, not on my watch.
We, all three, slept like dogshit.
Still, Melissa and Penny got a nice two hour nap. I got fuck all but work.
Jeff drove me home where I found an exhausted Melissa and a not-eating Penny playing in the playroom. I changed and amused Penny while Melissa had a shower. Penny, once again, didn't eat. Probably her teeth, but that still doesn't mean I'm feeding her at 11pm.
Just before Melissa left for work there was a knock at the door. It was a man from DHL Express looking for Martina Powell. I signed for the item, and said "thank you" in an unnecessarily high pitched voice, then took Penny upstairs, changed her, and was pleased to open the parcel to find it was replacement hard drive.
Melissa left for work and me and Penny amused each other for as long as I could be bothered, before I bathed her, fed her, and chucked her in her cot.
I then heated up some rabbit pie, with a side of rabbit stew, and made me some mashed potato. I ate them, too fast, probably, and set about repairing my PC.
At some point soon I will hoover, then sit and stare at the baby monitor and wait for Penny to wake up.
See you tomorrow with more tales of woe!
