Reason # 64 Not To Be a Really Sweet Older Dog In The Home Of Fog Brained New Parent

It's 4:23 AM and I'm spending a little quality time with my Basset Phoebe. Quality time she has rightfully demanded I'm afraid. I fell into bed at 10:45 in somewhat of a mumbling stupor, ticking off the list in my head of all the things on the evening "to do" list.

Fed baby 6 times, check.
Fed 6 year old twice, check.
Fed Daddy of baby and six year old nothing, check...wait a minute here. (Well he is an adult, adults are fending for themselves around here lately.)
Fed Frog
Fed, watered and located three cats.
Administered subQ fluids and medicine to infirm cat #1 while avoiding needle stick...just barely.
Administered meds to infirm cat #2
Did sniff check of cat box to determine if it could be tolerated until morning....blahhhhhh.
Dog walked by Daddy and now sleeping peacefully in a circle in her bed.

Sleep, that looks good to me, almost there...

Handful of herbs, oils and vitamins gulped down and I'm shuffling off to bed.

The baby awoke at 12:30 to eat, 1:30 to talk about his day (With such a sweet babbley voice who could resist listening) and 2:30 to eat again.

Between 12:00 and now, I have awaken to the gentle torrant of squeaks, whines and whistles of Phoebe approximately 50 times as well. Each time sending Daddy to investigate and fix this problem. You see, when you're listening for a hungry baby on a monitor because your baby is seemingly 100 miles away, you cannot employ the use of earplugs or smothery pillows to get rest, you just can't. Otherwise the partially deaf Daddy who could sleep through a cat5 hurricane will hear nothing and baby will go hungry. Note that Daddy luckily has lost high range of hearing thus cannot hear Phoebe either. That is my joy alone.

After last rousing attempt to get Daddy to put WD40 or SOMETHING on that squeak, I rise to investigate the situation myself. It takes only seconds. Even with bleary eyes and no glasses I can see that she has no water. And now that I think of it, did I feed her tonight? Crap.

Rush of guilt as I fill water bowl and food bowl which she gratefully consumes in noisy Basset style. She is now curled back into her circle, grunting and groaning and sleeping peacefully as I type. Going back to bed now until the baby gets up to eat in about 20 minutes. Besides, I need to be there to poke Daddy when the dog whines again in a half hour or so...to go out.