8:45 PM: Asleep enough for his crib? Nope.
8:55 PM: Definitely asleep. Brace yourself, woman.
8:57 PM: Stand up. Phew... still asleep.
8:58 PM: Silently contemplate searching for long lost pacifier, missing since 5. Immediately abandon pursuit.
8:585:30: Proceed through kitchen and dining room. Confront gate.
8:58:45: Ease knee into gate, walk through, close [but DO. NOT. LATCH.] gate. Proceed to nursery.
8:59 PM: Kiss on forehead, place in crib, cover with blanket. Project confidence; slightest hesitation will be detected and seized upon.
9:00 PM: Curse bootleg trousers that "swoosh" at the ankles.
9:01 PM: Creep through master bedroom in search of cotton sweatpants. Avoid traps: shoes, toys, laundry basket. Put on sweatpants. Ahh.
9:02 PM: Re-enter nursery. Delight at the sight of baby sleeping soundly, as an angel. Heart breaks. Grab diaper pail of horrors.
9:03 PM: Hasty retreat from nursery. Quick stop at kitchen garbage can. Land on couch; watch Biggest Loser; eat brownie; drink soda. Lament stomachache.
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