Fuck.
and again Fuck
we are trying to reenamal the tub. It takes 3 days to dry - so we were going to use the shower in the garage bathroom. I went to clean it. the sink has water. the toilet has water. the shower does not. ? !
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Fuck.
and again Fuck
we are trying to reenamal the tub. It takes 3 days to dry - so we were going to use the shower in the garage bathroom. I went to clean it. the sink has water. the toilet has water. the shower does not. ? !
Oh dear. That's no good, beth.
ruh roh. You guys can come up to San Bruno and use my bathroom if you want!
Oh, that color stuff is fun!
I am Garnet Rose: Instinctive, Sexy, Admired.
So, is your color the # of the pantone sheet?
First, you put a baby in a box ....
OW! My ovaries!
Oh, heaven help me. Matilda has discovered how to make that range of infant noises best described as "pterodactyl being slowly, vengefully strangled" and she has been making them for the past hour. Not angry, wet, hungry or tired, just mildly irritated with me for being too tired myself to be interesting anymore. If I put her down, she sobs; if I hold her and bounce her and sing, she's happy; when my arms get tired and I slow down, out comes the strangling pterodactyl.
She's communicating, very effectively, that I am not bouncy and jolly like Daddy and Emmett and I need to STOP BEING BORING, BECAUSE IT'S VERY BORING. SCREECH. GRITCH. YEETCH.
Hec'll be home in an hour. Do I grit my teeth and tough it out? Put her in her bassinet and let her cry it out? Put some pants on and take us both out for a good stiff martini?
Awww, Matilda has learned how to be grumpy! (I guess you've got to learn everything.)
Put her in the bassinet and you have a martini.
And then breastfeed.
I think the snarl of traffic trying to drive home stole my happy. Because I am suddenly feeling a very cranky Bitch indeed. Which sucks because I wanted to catch up on the internets but now I don't think I should be allowed to talk to people whose opinion of me matters in any way.
*stomps away*
(Oh, not in any Goodbye, Sweet Internets way. I just am bitchy and there is just no reason to subject others to me right now.)
She finally grumped herself to sleep in my arms, and the strangled pterodactyl is now thunderously snoring. I'm going to try to set her down without waking her. Then I'll have a martini. Shall I make one for you too, Cass?