The last two nights, he woke me up at 3 am, and then again at 5 am. He didn’t need anything as far as I could tell, but each time I walk into his room, and he’s got this look on his face like “what are you gonna do about it, bitch? You gonna fight a 4-month-old baby? I’ll throw down right now, but you’re too much of a pussy. I didn’t realize I had two mommies, you punk ass.”
So anyway, each time, I rock him back to sleep and I hang my head in shame as I walk back to bed.
I handle most of these, because it turns out that my wife has this condition where she becomes very susceptible to possession by the devil if she doesn’t get enough sleep. Also, apparently you cannot call 911 and ask them to send you an old priest and a young priest. Because of budget constraints, they no longer offer this service.
Anyway, I’ll be setting up a gofundme, and the proceeds will go towards raising awareness for infant bullying, and OU sucks.
OU sucks.
So anyway, each time, I rock him back to sleep and I hang my head in shame as I walk back to bed.
I handle most of these, because it turns out that my wife has this condition where she becomes very susceptible to possession by the devil if she doesn’t get enough sleep. Also, apparently you cannot call 911 and ask them to send you an old priest and a young priest. Because of budget constraints, they no longer offer this service.
Anyway, I’ll be setting up a gofundme, and the proceeds will go towards raising awareness for infant bullying, and OU sucks.
OU sucks.
