Jinx

"It's going to be a bad night"

Starting at about three weeks (when every night before was a "bad" night), I started saying "it's going to be a bad night".

And it never was.

Last night, it was a bad night, relatively speaking.

Bad in our world is (knock on wood) a 5am inconsolable wakeup with soaking wet jammies.

We are so lucky.

I know this.

We had dinner with some other "newish" parents last night, and I knew when I was saying what our decent sleeping patterns were, we were in for a bad one.

Saying things are good? 

It's a jinx.

So tonight, before I go to bed.

I shall say again.

"It's going to be a bad night".