So I put her in her crib. And she's crying worse than before. She's been literally crying for about a half hour, just screaming "BOOBIE" and "MOMMY PWEASH!" over and over again in that death font she uses when she's forcefully put in her crib. And being a responsible parent, all I can do is sit here in front of the computer and wait for her to be done crying her super baby freak out cry. I feel like the worst father in the world right now. And my neck is screaming in pain. And I want nothing more than to just go to bed and try and rest this dead neck of mine before the Harry Potter party. But, hey, there's no rest for the mexican, is there?
It's just me all alone with Dora the Explorer. The whore.
Do's and Don't make me feel better, though. They always do.