Dada MacGyver

Family reunion in Duluth minus Julie due to feeling pregnant and icky. I'm concerned about bedtime tonight when I put Lyla in the big-girl crib next to my hotel bed and try to convince her that it is a very good idea to go to sleep. "Dada!" she'll say, looking up at me.

"Go to sleep."

"No fweep!"

"Go to sleep."

"No fweep!"

"Go to sleep."

"NOOOOOO fwEEEEEEp!"

So at Target I purchased two black shower curtains along with rods and rings. And rope. And duct tape. I'm going to craft a blind in the hotel room so Lyla can't see me. It will end up a colossal failure, but right now it feels like a fantastic idea, like something MacGyver would do.

If nothing else works, my 2:00 AM backup option is to bash myself in the head with a sock filled with nickels. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

I'll take a photo of the hopeless situation tonight and post it here tomorrow.

***Update***

Okay, here it is. Get ready to bask in my ingenuity.


I texted it to Julie and she was not impressed.


Oh, but what's that!? YEEEAH. That's what I thought, doubters! BOO YAH.