Crying crying crying

Well...the crying it out worked, sort of. Jocelyn isn't sleeping through the night, she still complains when it's time to go to bed or have a nap, but she's sleeping longer stretches. Which is good. Because at about 45 minutes between sleeps, I was starting to turn into a zombie. I'm sure I made no sense when I talked and I know I repeated myself over and over (thank goodness I mostly hang out with Alex!). We are going to try again when we're in Kelowna next month. There's a house there without neighbours who share walls and I can go into a different part of the house and not hear her so well...not like at home where everything is all together and there's no getting away from the crying unless I shut myself in Jocelyn's bathroom (hmmm...there's an idea, there is a bath tub in there!)