Now this is all going to come across as complaining, and I’m not, really I’m not. First, Tomoko has done nearly 100 percent of the heavy lifting with young Ellie to date, at least at night. She’s breast-feeding the little dickens, and well, there isn’t much I can do to contribute on that front. So, basically, I’m getting plenty of sleep these days, and life is generally good.
And yet now I will proceed to complain with a certain annoying bitterness.
What the hell was going on in my house last night? Holy moley, it was like a construction site. A brief rundown:
1. Well past midnight and baby is crying.
2. Well past midnight and JP is suffering from a mystery cough and also complaining that he is hot in his pajamas with the feet and can he please just sleep in a short-sleeved t-shirt which has become a recent obsession and what’s with little boys being hot all the time it’s driving me fucking crazy.
3. My mother is in town to meet and greet the baby. Terrific. Now can she stop snoring like a wounded animal? I mean, I have a two-story apartment and the din still penetrates.
For those of you keeping score at home that’s three noise complaints in Brooklyn that have nothing to with traffic or aggravated assault.