Remember when I said we were so in for it? Right. I had the audacity to put Matilda in her laundry basket so I could shower today. She had been sleeping peacfully in the sling prior to this obviously terrible idea, but the second her head hit the mattress, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. And I let it.
I'm all for this Attachment Parenting thing, TO A POINT. I'll carry Matilda around in the sling and I'll feed her on demand and co-sleep (out of desperation more than anything), but hell if I'm going to forgo showering or shaving or brushing my teeth to appease the little machine.
Most of the time, she's pretty quiet, BECAUSE IT'S HARD TO YELL WITH A NIPPLE IN YOUR MOUTH, but once in a while she's given the opportunity to check her lungs. This morning was one of those times. Thing is, once I got out of the shower and went to pick her up? She had actual tears. Up to yesterday, her eyes remained dry in the midst of the most outrageous You-Are-Cutting-Off-My-Leg-With-A-Rusty-Razor red-faced hysteria. But now she's added real wet tears to the equation, which obviously ups the guilt factor. *SWEARWORD*
