Jake is finally spending some of the night sleeping in his crib. We're usually able to get him to sleep between 7 and 7:30 without too much fuss. He doesn't stay asleep particularly well, but it means as much as two whole hours some nights when we can just hang out, usually watching tv because we're too wiped out to do anything else. Still! Adult time is awesome. Oh, hello, person I married. I vaguely remember you as someone other than "that guy I hand the baby to."
The complicating factor is the layout of our apartment, in which the baby's bedroom shares a wall with--you guessed it--the kitchen. Another wall with the dining room. And since his nighttime routine (bath, story, nurse, song) can take up to 45 minutes on a tough night, we usually have not eaten before getting him down. Hell, some nights spook doesn't even get a chance to get home before I'm in there, rocking and singing. The only outlet in the house that feels far enough away to run a noisy appliance is downstairs in the bathroom.
I left my coffee grinder there this morning.