Izzy was super fussy this morning, so I decided to rock him to sleep in his nursery. Miraculously, Porgie stayed in the living room, so he went right to sleep. I quietly crept out of the room. Fifteen minutes later I heard a loud noise on his monitor, followed by little whimpers. My dumb ass husband had walked into his room and woke him up. Bastard. I went back in and rocked Izzy to sleep again. I quietly crept out of the room once again. Five minutes later I heard my dogs barking, followed my little whimpers. Bastards. I went back in and attempted to rock him to sleep again, but Porgie decided that she really wanted to bang on his door. Little bastard.
Now Izzy is crying, but refuses to sleep. Why is the world conspiring against me?