Hugh baby ogre, stop raving and rest,
Slumber, sweet savage impossible pest.
Stifle your tantrum, no kicking, don't bite.
Close your red eye... baby ogre, good-night.
by Jack Pelutsky from Monday's Troll (a book of poems)
Wren was okay last night:
6.45-2am
3.45am (cried for a while)
4.50am (woke and cried off and on till 5.20)
We got up.
It wasn't so bad.
Brook may have found me a babysitter for Friday's during work-shift which is very exciting.
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