One Bad Decision after Another

Last night, I decided that I didn't want to wait any longer to lower the mattress in Tessa's crib. When I was watching her during her nap earlier in the day, she was really pulling herself up a little on her bumper pad, so I figured I really needed to drop the mattress. David wanted to do it weeks ago, but he didn't have the right tool for it, so I borrowed the Allen wrenches from my dad that I needed during the day, and I kinda forgot about it until shortly before her bedtime. Bad decision #1: deciding to lower the mattress by myself when I really didn't know what I was doing in the first place. Have I ever used an Allen wrench before? Not once! Bad decision #2: Deciding to do this 15 minutes before Tessa's bedtime when she is very clingy and just wants to cuddle. She cried pretty much the whole time as she creeped around following me around the room. Bad decision #3: taking on this task with an empty stomach. My patience for learning how to use a new tool and my tolerance for a screaming baby is greatly lessened when I am starving! In the end, I managed to get her mattress lowered and I was able to go to bed feeling like a responsible parent who's child was not at risk of pulling herself out of her bed. Would I do it again the way I did it last night? Not a chance!