First, you put a baby in a box ....
OW! My ovaries!
'Get It Done'
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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?
*loves JZ forever*
Please?
sleepies, Matilda, sleepies.
Well, that was a very peaceful seven minutes, but she's awake and teary and back in my arms again, looking all red and wounded and betrayed.
::sporks self in eye::
JZ, put her down in her bassinet. She'll be fine.
She's fed and dry and unharmed. Let her learn a little self-soothing.
Unless you don't want to, at which point, I will piss off and shut up.
But I order you to have that martini.
well, we know where the problem wih the garage shower is. But we can do much about it. It needs a plumber. Out of a bizzare cussedness that I can not explain, we are continueing with the tub project. Basic sanding is almost complete. then cleaning then painting. I will have a lovely sponge bath and wash my hair in the kitchen sink. Tomorrow I will have a real shower at the 24 hour fitness. If this works I get a home shower Tuesday am.
JZ please save a martini for me after I am done with the power tools.