Last night my boss sent me a text at 12:03am. Not only did the message wake me up, it asked me to come in early. I’m a hard worker, but I’m not on the clock at midnight. Still, I replied “Sure,” hoping my response would mask my frustration, and then went back to sleep.
Somewhere around 3:30am you began crying. Knowing your mom was exhausted from dealing with you by herself all day I easily persuaded her to go to bed and let me take over. I talked to you, sang to you, rocked you, and even changed your diaper. But, you just kept crying.