Reality tv is stealing my soul

I am currently listening to my poor preshus baybee cry and hoping that she'll be tired enough to settle down quickly when I go to shush her. Hold please. I practice a very wishy washy co-sleeping attachment parenting version of the ferber method in which I let her cry for 5 minutes and then I do whatever it takes to get her to settle down and sleep. Sometimes when I can tell she isn't tired enough I do what I think MIGHT work and then have to let her cry for another five minutes or so to realize that I'm serious about the whole going to bed thing. I can generally tell by her screams how the rest of the evening will go but she also pulls new tricks out every now and again. Not gonna lie, there have been times where I just needed to do something else and gave up trying to get her to go down and let her do whatever it is with me, whether it be watching a movie or taking a shower. I've also had to give up and just lay down with her and decide to get up early instead.

The Bachelorette has sucked me in and I hope this doesn't become a recap blog but wow, these guys are losers. She was my soulmate after I talked to her for 2 minutes when I got out of the limo. Maybe she doesn't like awesome guys. Is that what he actually just said? Awww, he's cute, I want to set him up with my little sister, if I had a little sister I mean.

I was going to share pics tonight but I need a shower and this baby isn't going down without a fight. Later it shall have to be.