Why won't she sleep?! Seriously, I'd like to know.
Putting Scarlett to sleep is like playing "Whack-a-mole" with a particularly wacky mole.
By "wacky" I mean sadistic.
I have put her to sleep - rocked, shushed, strolled, nursed, driven, slung, bjorned, lulled - no fewer than 14 times in the last two hours only to achieve success - or so I think because her lids close and breathing slows - and then see her blue eyes pop open three minutes later.. or less.
"She's broken," I wrote to Ted in an e mail because the poor guy is working late. "I'm serious. It's not cool. It's weird and freaky."
Now she's lying beside me in bed staring at me with those wide open eyes. She's mocking me.
It's not nice to mock your mother!