one of the best things about being friends with your next door neighbours, who also have a kid is BEDTIME.
we don’t have cable. i don’t know if you noticed, but it’s playoff time, which means terra is in heart attack mode and that at the very least, we’re listening to the games and refreshing the scores on NHL.com. we used to go out for a few drinks and some booth-ed hockey watching, but since the monkey came around, that’s not as much of an option - unless we ditch her. ha.
so we’ve been going next door and watching the game and having a couple drinks. we have a routine now: get the invite, throw appropriate number of alcoholic beverages in the fridge, turn on the radio to listen or conversely half-watch while streaming is online, do the usual dinner, bath, story, bottle routine and put her to bed, wait 10 minutes after she stops making noises and seems to be unconcious, then creep next door after locking our suite.
then we spend the next couple hours, every 15 minutes or so, pressing our ears up against their bathroom wall. if she’s awake and crying, we’ll hear her. honestly, the few times she’s woken up, i’ve heard her while sitting in a room with two half-drunk boys, one or two half-drunk girls, two or more conversations going on, the hockey game on and a two year old wanking out cuz there’s company. two year old wanking out=”eeeeeeeee!” whilst standing on coffee table. how did i hear her over that? it’s our psychic link, duh.
