Have mercy, my child

Sunday May 7, 2006 | by Dalia Griffith | 2 comments

Jackson! Will you please just GO TO SLEEP. You’ve been screaming for at least two hours (with regular visits from us, of course), and just when we think you’ve nodded off, you wake up and start howling again. And these aren’t “fussy” screams, they’re of the “I’m being tortured with a branding iron” variety.

Hugh just went upstairs to see if he can bribe you with food, even though you just ate. But you know what they say about desperate times. Well, maybe you don’t now, but you will by the time you’re able to read this.

Damn, the food didn’t work and you’re screaming again. But honestly, should we really be shocked that our child refuses to do as he’s told (or in this case, begged)? At this point, all we can do is hang our heads in defeat, and pray that exhaustion will eventually pacify and conquer.

I wonder if this is payback for the hell I put my parents through as a teenager. Screaming, refusing to do pretty much anything they asked … it all makes sense now.

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