Bad, bad putty tat

Somebody is a bad, bad putty tat. Somebody thinks it's a good idea to rustle plastic bags at 3, 4 and 5 in the morning. Somebody crawled up in between us at 6 and meowed in our ears. Somebody scratched the Vol-in-Law. Somebody thought it was a good idea to roll a pencil across our hardwood floors at 7.

We're tired. We're grouchy. We don't do well with interrupted sleep. I'm wondering how well we're going to manage with the parenthood lark. I'm just hoping that maybe the baby and the cat will fall in love with each other and keep each other occupied all night long - quietly, and perhaps in another room.


Watching for an opportunity to disturb our sleep