A moment of insignificant frustration

Yesterday I searched for a CD player for Sabrina's room, finally finding one at the first store I went to, where it wasn't on my list so I forgot to look for it. I think the CD in her room is helping...at least a little. (Whenever we're in the living room and the TV is off, she complains about it being too quiet.) However, she likes to push buttons and she somehow changed it to play one song. on repeat. without end. I actually don't mind if it plays all night long. But since I have to stay in here until she falls asleep, it's driving me nuts now.

Okay, complaint over.