Changing the Subject

Tonight I was going to have a quick dinner, play with my daughter, and run a couple of errands for the wife. Tonight I was going to settle in early, maybe listen to some music I'd recently written, and possibly get to bed at a normal time. Tonight's blog entry was going to be about all of that, but I'm changing the subject.

I'm changing the subject because it's nearly midnight, and I want to talk about why I'm still awake. I am still awake because I want to stick this daily blog thing out, although I could do that at any time of the day. No, my friends, the reason I have started this entry at 11:35pm and the actual reason I have yet to go to sleep is because my two year-old daughter has a bedtime that is later than some teenagers. Her bedtime is ten o'clock at fucking night. 10pm. Sometimes, she piddles around and is up way past that. Tonight, she didn't want to go to bed at all.

Now normally, when your two year-old child goes to bed, it's a reasonable time...say, 7pm, 8pm, you get the idea. Now if said child doesn't want to go to sleep, or doesn't feel well, it's no biggie...right? You can just stay up a little longer, sometimes by a few hours, and you're still in bed yourself by 10pm. Not my daughter. You see, if she is having a bad night (which happens more than occasionally) I am stuck awake until midnight,  sometimes later. When I have to be up no later than 6am, it's not a stretch to say I'm a bit annoyed with her mother, who set that ridiculous bedtime for a two year-old in the first place.

So why don't I change it, you ask? Well, for those of you who don't know (which is most of you), my wife and I are currently separated and living apart. I go there every night to play with my Pretty Pretty Princess and to put her down for the night. I do this because my wife is physically unable to (due to surgery), and it's really no big deal. Unless of course, I have been up since 6am, worked until 8pm, and then I have to stay up until the wee hours of the next morning because PPP wants to jump around and play with her toys instead of sleep. So tonight, I'm obviously annoyed, and guess who gets an attitude? Two hints: it wasn't me, nor was it PPP.

So after the general uncomfortableness that accompanies hard glances and sharp exchanges, I took PPP into her room and tried to rock her to sleep; shortly thereafter, the wife comes in and has decided she wants me to go home because she doesn't need my attitude and doesn't want me to be mad at her and the baby. There's more background to the story than that, but I'll spare the details in order to keep you from falling asleep and me from not falling asleep.

I certainly hope you've thoroughly enjoyed this entry as much as I have; now I'm going to take my old ass to bed and hopefully get a few hours of rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day, and I'm already behind on my sleep.