in the evening of the 26th i decided after trying to get percy to go to sleep for over an hour that i would just take her to bed with me. paul stayed up with his family. around midnite, by which time percy had probably slept a grand total of two hours. i got up to go to the loo. i said to paul that he should have a glass of water and quit for the nite. one of us should be functional the following day and it was very unlikely to be me with so far a grand total of 1/2 an hours sleep.
because percy was in bed with me and paul was drunk i asked if he would sleep on the lounge so as not to disturb and threaten percy. clarification! he wouldn't "threaten" percy if someone stuck a gun in his face, i meant that all recommendations are that you shouldn't co-sleep if affected by alcohol as you may not be as aware of where the baby is.
unfortunately this was not understood by paul, plus other things got in the way, the result being i had a screaming meltdown at 2am. i took percy and her box of food, my wallet and phone and stormed out to the car. i locked percy in her car seat and prepared to drive home. paul climbed in the back with percy and refused to get out. so i drove us all home in our pj's at 2am, at 140km/h along the freeway. nice thing about late nite/ early morning driving is there is virtually no-one else about. he he he.
naturally this trantrum was misinterpreted by everyone and i'll probably be paying for it for, at best estimate, seven or eight years. paul and i worked it out and we're fine with each other. we also apologised to percy, if she understood..? and i think she liked being home because she transferred out of the car seat and into her cot and slept for four hours- the most she'd slept for the past three days.
that's it.
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