Sleep Creases...

Okay, clearly I don't really subscribe to the 'let them cry it out' method of sleep teaching, but let's say it were to happen...here's a scenario:
Start by deciding to finally dye your hair - you know, the hair that you had done sometime last century that has grown like a weed and seems to be spontaneously manifesting 'non-pigmented hair' (LA term, not mine). Yes, that hair. First try to make appointments and figure out how you can really spare the amount of time it takes in a salon, then give up and decide to break down and just do it yourself, like in the old days. Get about halfway through the ridiculous process of trying to salvage your highlights (because you like them, goddammit) and have baby wake up. This way there is really nothing you can do except take off one glove and rub sad little belly. Walk away somewhat helpless and somewhat hard-hearted and finish hair. Stand outside door occasionally, staring at clock. Finish hair. Realize that baby has done the impossible and soothed herself into sleep. Feel guilty and elated all at the same time. Go and check that baby is breathing. Wish you could have a vodka. Read book instead. Sigh and realize that this won't even be the hardest part of parenting...