If it's not one thing...

Tonight, I was trying to ease the Monkey back to sleep, and the dog started barking downstairs. The neighbor's cat Lester had perched on our window sill, casting shadows against the curtains, which made the dog go out of her head. The barking did not ease the Monkey back to sleep.

A few nights ago, I was having a difficult time getting the Monkey to take his bottle, but we eventually got it together for a 6 oz. feeding. Six ounces is a largish feeding: a warm, satisfying meal on a cold, wintry night. Just as the last drops of milk found their way into the bell of the nipple, and the little Monkey closed his eyes in drowsy bliss, four shots rang out nearby. The shots alone startled the boy, but an instant later the dog was adding to the din. It took a while to put him down after that.

If it's not one thing it's another.