Oh, Suzi, I'm so sorry. That sucks. I've been wishing that the new kidney would get off its lazy butt and start doing the job it's supposed to do. Bad kidney! BAD! Tons of ~ma all the way around.

So, yesterday it was 60 outside. Today? 34 and looking to drop 2 inches of snow.

Good to know I'm not the only one dealing with freak weather fluctuations. Wednesday it was 80 here and then dropped to 40 for yesterday and today. My head no like the sinus pressure, that's for sure. Which I could deal with much better if it wasn't for the left throat lymph node that's suddenly decided it wants to impersonate a golf ball.

Speaking of, health~ma to you, dear Cass.

And Hec, it's really not fair that you have to deal with car crap on top of all of the other crap going on. I hope the car fix winds up being something simple and low or no cost to deal with.

My head no like the sinus pressure, that's for sure.

All these freaky weather changes are no good for Bitches. Sinus and lymph-node~ma to Nicole and others who the weather is fucking with.

Hec, hope the car repairs end up simple and, if not inexpensive, at least not to dear in cost.

That is awful ChiKat. I presume you don't have a choice about taking this abuse of you want continued work through January?

You presume correctly. It would help somewhat if I were paid hourly, because then, at least, I'd be making overtime. As it is? Nada. And? I'll be working this weekend, too! Aren't I lucky??

Yay, vw's mom!!!

we're going to quilt and bake all day

That sounds lovely.

In other mom news...my mom's transplant docs are talking abut putting her back on the transplant list.

Oh, no! Oh, Suzi, I hope everything turns out okay.

I smite them lots and lots!!

Aimee smiting! That made me smile just to see it.

Not anymore. Non-stop fussing alternating with full out crying. When she's asleep and for fifteen minutes after she's fed, she's mellow.

Colic?

feeling horrible about not being able to do anything to help EM (well, she'll be couch-surfing here for a few nights in case the psycho invades her East Bay space again, but that doesn't really feel like doing much)

Darling, no, it is HUGE HUGE HUGE.

Her engagement has fallen apart. Hard core. Her family is dissolving and she has to keep herself and her son out of danger and can do very little for her would-be son. I can't imagine being in that position and feeling some sense of failure. And she must be simply heartbroken.

That the response of her ex husband and his new wife (newly given BIRTH wife at that!) is "come here where you'll be safe" says "you have people who care about you, see? you'll rebuild your heart and your family." She doesn't even have to end up on your couch for that to work good on her spirit.

I agree with Trudy. It's lovely of both of you, Hec and JZ.

I'm sorry about the car troubles. And the baby troubles. Is it possible to switch them out somehow?

Colic?

No, she's consolable. You just have to walk her and bounce her etc. It's also more fussing than crying. She's not content to be sitting in your lap or in the basinet. Not the end of our sanity. Just more work than desirable.

Is it possible to switch them out somehow?

Well, Emmett's keeping her entertained right now. He's flopped on the couch with his knees up. She's in his lap, facing him, lying back against his upraised thighs. And he's swaying his legs back and forth and rapping to her, "Homebaby in the physical Waaah!"

Suzi, I'm so sorry about your mom's kidney. As has been said, bad kidney! Sending all kinds of calming and healing vibes your way.

Hec, how old is Matilda now? Would she like one of those baby exercise mats with the swingy things to ogle and bat at? Sara loved hers. And don't underestimate the hypnotic quality of those vibrating boncy seats. We resorted to that once or twice.

And JZ, I'm with everyone else -- what you and Hec are doing for EM is huge. I wish I could offer a pair of hands to help with baby-wrangling and car-repairing and cold-calling, because you all definitely could use a break.

We resorted to that once or twice.

Once or twice? Dear gods, we had Em in that thing constantly. The swing, too.