R2D2

So I live in fear of R2D2...well at least that is what I am calling the baby monitor. I feel at this point the monitor takes on a life of its own. I used to like it when it seemed to give me advanced warning of when the kid is going to wake up. I swear I have woken up to a click and a string of lights and ....silence...only to hear the kid about 5-10 minutes later. Lately however, it seems R2 is pulling a fast one so I sit and stare at the monitor and hope and pray that it wasn't really a peep, beep or click. Or when it is a peep, per our sleep training instructions, we are to wait 5-10 minutes before going in....and boy R2 is really annoying during that time - like "pay attention to me." Please Obi-mama, you're my only hope." Now when I return to bed, uh, couch, I pray to R2 that he will stay silent for the rest of the evening. Sometimes he listens, sometimes well, I'm starting to think R2 and the kid are in cahoots with each other to see how long it will take for mama to go crazy with 2-3 hour sleep stretches. They don't realize - it is not that much longer.

With our apartment being as small as it is, I'm not really sure why R2D2 is still around, but even Luke couldn't part with him, so on we go with our dysfunctional relationship. I mean really, if I'm on the couch and the kid really needs me, I'm thinking I will hear him 20 feet away - concrete walls or not. The other evening we actually thought we heard the kid and turned off the TV and looked at R2 for the answer versus actually going down our creaky hallway to check on him and risk waking him up. Silly baby on the TV and we thought that our perfect child was up again! Thanks R2.