This week the extra hour has more been an offset to the time I go see my mom, so it has not been too productive, but it is easier for me to come in early than to stay late.

I think that is a great doll couch, especially if that is what was requested.

If you have a cordless phone and can hear it ring in the shower...go take a shower.

vw, I am going to get as close to giving you a guarantee as I can, without knowing the child, that a four year old will love that sofa. I see no reason she wouldn't like the doll, as well.

Baby is freshly laundered, fed, and tucked in; milk is made; I'm just waiting for the babysitter.

Also, I've determined I have nothing dress-casual to wear. I have work clothes and slounging clothes.

If you have a cordless phone and can hear it ring in the shower...go take a shower.

Damn. Why didn't I think of that? See...I'm just not all here right now. It's too late, though. I'd have to leave in the next 6 minutes to make it to class on time. I kind of was planning on taking the day off anyway, so it's ok. I've got a long weekend ahead (we get Monday off), so that gives me some time to get caught up on some things, including myself. I am hopeful that next week will be better. While this has been a tough couple of days, I've managed to stay out of the hospital, keep in contact with my therapist and get through it. This too shall pass. This I know. And I think it's passing more quickly than it has in the past. So, that's a bit encouraging.

You just reminded me. I got a call a couple of days ago from C's old therapist. Apparently she had an appointment last month that neither of us knew about, so obviously, I didn't take her.

The therapist asked me a bunch of questions, how she was doing in school, how she was adjusting to being in a different environment, was she still taking her meds. Well, the answer there is no. Her dad didn't refill her perscription, so she has been off anti-depressants since early summer.

I think C is doing pretty well and she has said she is not interested in seeing a therapist up here, so I haven't pushed. But now I'm wondering if I should encourage that more.

The kids have today off from school. There's some sort of teacher workshop. We have Monday off, and Scott is taking a vacation day. It's in the 70s and going to get warmer, but can we go to Maine, no. We can't go to Maine, because we're going to the Circus tomorrow. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed it the last time we went (vw, was that last year, or the year before), but it's a lot of frigging money that I'd rather spend otherwise.

Argh. I'm logging in from the embassy while waiting for Robert.

The baby wasn't as asleep as previously reported, and woke up fussy. And I didn't get him calmed down before the babysitter showed up, and he took one look at her and started SHRIEKING!!!

So I don't know what to do. I know she frightened him once, a couple months ago, but she's been over 3 times since then and to the best of my knowledge there's been no problem. He's really good with other people.

Guess it's time to find a new sitter. Grr argh.

How did she frighten him, Raq?

We just had a fire alarm and evacuated.

Of course, if it were terrorists we walked out of a nice big building and on to the UN's plaza. Oops.

Well, no fire, no bomb... all is well. t insert surprise bad thing here

anti-jumpiness to NYistas...

How did she frighten him, Raq?

The first time she came over to sit when I was going out (she'd sat him before with me there), he was playing and didn't see her right away, and she kind of lunged for him and swept him up, saying "MALLORY!!!!" Totally invaded his personal space. It took about 30 minutes to peel him off the ceiling.

Since then, when she comes in I will hold him, and tell him she's here, and let him see her from a distance, and then she'll come over and pet him, but he still cries. Any stranger on the street gets to pinch his cheeks and smack their face with his hands, but not the sitter.

Thing is, when I come back, Mallory's usually content with her.