"Tseese."
I'm tired of hearing the telltale plunk of a binky hitting the floor, followed seconds later by Lyla crying and baby-swearing. How long will it take her to get over their absence? Two days? Three weeks? Four years? I don't care. It's tough love time.
So next week I'm going to circumcise Lyla's binkies. It'll piss her off mightily when they don't feel the same in her mouth. Then the next day when they're even more cut up, she'll go temporarily insane.
Well, hopefully it'll be temporary.
It's cruel, but it's time. By February she'll have to contend with a screaming infant the next room over. A falling binky simply cannot continue to thwart sleep.
I feel like such an a-hole.
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