Own room

Today we moved Dylan's bed out of our room and into his. He just fell asleep in there (for how long is anybody's guess...), and I'm feeling kind of traumatized over it. But I know it's the best thing for him - and for all of us if we actually start getting more sleep. After a few promising signs this week, last night we regressed and he was up all night AND got up for the day at 6 a.m. Today I'm a wild-eyed zombie. Cristiano was in one of the local shops this morning and was told by the butcher that our upstairs neighbors have been mentioning around town how Dylan's crying keeps them up nights. Ironically, their three-year-old is a hellion who has made my working from home somewhat of a nightmare as he runs back and forth, back and forth constantly chased by two sets of retired grandparents who sit up there all day (how many adults does it take to babysit one kid?). It sounds like a daycare center meets coffee klatch up there. I hear the door slamming all day and a million "ciao ciaos" as people rumble noisily up and down the stairs. I've also heard plenty of late-night screaming coming from up there as the kid has gone from teething to ear infection after ear infection. I guess karma's a bitch.

All alone in the new room...