We apprently no longer run the household, but we still pay the rent.

by statia on December 2, 2005

My German-ness leaves me with little patience for things like dogs waking up in the middle of the night. With the G, I gave him three nights to get to sleeping through the middle of the night, which he did. I’m such a hardass, I know. Miss M pretty much just did it on her own in three nights, totally surprising both of us. I’ve heard nightmares of little dogs who are fully mature and STILL go out at least once in the middle of the night. Fuck up my sleep schedule? Uh uh. I’m not that dead inside, if they’re sick, that’s a different story, but night time is the right time for sleeping.

Cut to 4:30 this morning.

*puppy cries*
me kind of incoherently hears the puppy cries in the faintly.
the meester gets up and takes her out. (seeing as she wasn’t sick, I’d have let her cry it out)

2 minutes goes by and she starts to cry again. And cries and cries and cries.
him: Do you want to take her out this time?
me: Not particularly. She’s probably just crying because she doesn’t want to be in her crate.
And I snuggle further under the covers hoping that the crying will just stop. The crying does not stop.
him:You wanna take her out?
me: Not really, but apparently she isn’t going to shut up.

So I get my robe on, and some pants, and get her out there and make her poop on demand. I think she can sense my half sleep drug induced crankiness, because she squats instantly and goes potty. We go back inside and she goes back into the crate. Now I’m awake, and it’s 4:30 and I only have two hours left to sleep.

And she starts crying again. And I tell her to stop crying or I’m going to punch her in the head (note: I would NEVER really punch my dogs in the head, nor do I approve of any type of violence towards animals. If you came over to my house, you’d actually see who runs the place. I’ll give you a guess, it’s not us. So if you want to send me hate mail, send it to bitemeatitssonotaboutyou.com beause my dogs live the high life, complete with 40.00 sweaters and a balanced diet of real food, that’s probably more healthy than our meals). The crying stops.

And now I can’t sleep.

Remind me again how many times babies get up in the middle of the night? 17?


Manuela December 2, 2005 at 4:21 pm

But it’s DIFFERENT when it’s your own baby….

Yah… not very reassuring is it?

Donna December 2, 2005 at 5:37 pm

What you need is a dog door. Oh wait, that would only work if Miss M wasn’t in a crate. Once our dogs are asleep (on the bed with us, mind you), they are out for the night. I think 17 is a good guess for babies.

mac December 2, 2005 at 7:07 pm

Ever since we got the Mayor, Murphy is up and down all fucking night. She hears the cat coming and has to go see what he’s up to.


penguintarts December 3, 2005 at 6:51 pm

went to wawa today..thought of you :)

Camille December 3, 2005 at 8:34 pm

As Manuela said, it IS different when its your baby. Although, it is every 2-3 hours and you are pretty much a zombie.

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