HV has been encouraging me to let my parents spend more time with my LO and help me out more, so this evening, I passed my LO to my dad so he could say goodnight to her. He talked in her face for a few minutes and got her so wound up that it's now over forty minutes later and I'm sitting upstairs with a crying, overtired baby who won't go to sleep. Why the hell couldn't he engage his brain and just give her a quick kiss and cuddle - now any time he says goodnight in future, I'm going to have to be a bitch about it and order him not to talk too loud or too much in case it winds her back up. I'm sick of this - the only time of day I get to myself is when she goes to sleep and so he's taken nearly an hour from me. I realise I sound like a moany, bitchy cow, but I'm sitting here with tears streaming down my face, watching the minutes ticking by.