Blarg. Dealership called back. The coolant system is indeed leaking like mad and needs replacement of many parts, not all of which they have in stock. They will try to pull everything together and have it ready to go by the end of the day tomorrow, but it may not be until Monday morning. I'm bracing myself against the ensuing bill and kissing the feet of my high-limit zero-interest Discover card.
Breastfeeding woes: Matilda was last fully fed at 3:50. She had a stubbornly non-eaty period (eyes scrunched tight shut, mouth pursed up like a kitty butt, actually turning her nose up at the nipple with little snooty "Take that filthy thing away from me!" grunts) between breasts, then, just as I had given up, went hog-wild and sharked out on the second breast until 4:30, following which she fussed until 5:45, at which point I changed her, cuddled her, and gave her an extra ounce of expressed breast milk, which she wolfed down as though we'd been locking her in a cupboard starving her for days. She drowsed happily after that for exactly twelve minutes, and has been yelping (and bit by bit blurping up the entire extra ounce) ever since. She's due for another feeding in a few minutes.
On the upside, I saw Karl T. on the train on the way back home from dropping off the soon-to-be-alarmingly-expensive car, and got hugs and hairpats and vibes and ~ma in person, all of which Karl is very very good at. So, yay random localistas!
Yeah...you could not ask for a better encounter.
Funny, on a day from hell like that, I run into some douchebag who's all "You're so brave," and I wonder how they do not notice I'm pasted together with superglue or less. Because that only happens on The Worst Day Ever. I'm not sure why.
ETA: Chase should so totally get the girly nicknames; he's got the shiny, shiny hair, right?
Yes. Yes he does.
And so pretty. They've made the character an idiot ass but frankly he's nice to look at still.
Well, maybe he'd get some exotic ones, like Petula, since he's "British"
CHASE: I'm not...
HOUSE: What did I tell you?
Chase(mumbles) Queen on the money...yeah, yeah
snerk
And, yes, watching House smack Chase around is kinda ... pretty.
Just took my cough meds. Nice helpful warning label. Basically? Don't make plans and put the phone down right now.
All your ND are belong to me!
Well, all your ND *did* belong to me, earlier. He called after wrapping up at the theatre, and I fetched him (with The Boy in tow) and we went to (of course) Skyline.
I love when Buffistas come to me!
Skyline was yummy. I had a five way and two cheese coneys.
Yes, I am a pig.
Oink. Oink.
Now I'm hungry for Skyline.
Breastfeeding woes: Matilda was last fully fed at 3:50. She had a stubbornly non-eaty period (eyes scrunched tight shut, mouth pursed up like a kitty butt, actually turning her nose up at the nipple with little snooty "Take that filthy thing away from me!" grunts) between breasts, then, just as I had given up, went hog-wild and sharked out on the second breast until 4:30, following which she fussed until 5:45, at which point I changed her, cuddled her, and gave her an extra ounce of expressed breast milk, which she wolfed down as though we'd been locking her in a cupboard starving her for days. She drowsed happily after that for exactly twelve minutes, and has been yelping (and bit by bit blurping up the entire extra ounce) ever since. She's due for another feeding in a few minutes.
Sounds like you've hit the 6 week spurt, right on schedule. (For which I give you snuggles and love and the magic words, "This too shall pass.")
