Sometimes I scream back at him. It's all I can do with the every three hour wakings thanks to more teeth and who knows what else where I only end up getting bitten and feeling frustrated.
I worry about waking up his sister. But most of the times, I don't.
And I just scream. It feels good to just let it out.
I tell him to lay down. I tell him to go to sleep.
"It's SLEEPY TIME!" I say, laying him down in his bed. Like that will induce sleep.
I only wish.
He just screams louder. And harder.
I pick him up and hold him tightly. "STOP SCREAMING" I scream. I try to put him in my bed but he wants to play. I try to put him in the playpen in my room and he wants to scream.
And by then we're both wide awake, standing in the dark, feeling terrible.