Unloaded all our stuff into the hotel room. Found ESPN2 on our huge flat screen TV. Headed to Goodwill where we didn't find anything "as is" tack enough for our upcoming Christmas party. Bought Jordan a cute zip up hoodie and items to bedazzle with tackiness. Ventured to Ray Ray's BBQ truck which we found on Yelp! Discovered it was serendipitously a block from Goodwill. Imagined ourselves living in Columbus. Noticed the candles in every window on some houses. Admired the large colonial style homes.
Returned back to our hotel. Gave Jordan a bath. Worked on company's financials while Andy watched the BYU vs. Hawaii game. Ate an apple. Fed Jordan. Put Jordan to sleep.
And then..... it happened.
He's still crying it out.
Give up? Us? No way!
He was crying. He was wailing. He was yelling. He was so... so... sad.
A knock on our door.
"Is everything all right?" In the background, our child is still crying.
"Yes, he's just teething," says my husband.
"Is there anything we can do?" they ask.
"No, he's just teething, we're sorry.... there's nothing we can do," my husband responds.
"Who was it?" I ask (I had not moved from where I was working).
"The people from downstairs front desk," Andy says.
At first... I thought, great... we can never train him to cry it out since our neighbors are complaining. But then... after I mulled about it a bit, I got angry. He hadn't even been crying for more than ten minutes, and they called downstairs to complain? To express concern? To say we're bad parents?! It's 10:30 PM on a Saturday night... it's not like we're throwing a party, destroying the furniture or being that loud. Right? ....
As I muttered in my state of confusion and anger, Andy rocked Jordan to sleep as he watched the rest of the game and I continued working but now I can't help but think... have we started a really bad trend? Maybe we should stop traveling with Jordan and start giving him a better routine.
What would you have done?