Since this is clearly the Kidlet Report hour, here's the Matilda update:
Biting:
Hasn't happened since I posted my wail of despair a couple of evenings ago. That night, all yesterday, and this morning, she nursed attentively and tenderly and without anything more than a single light-pressure nip that let up when I pushed a little on the back of her head to smoosh her face closer in to the breast. This is very, very relieving, because I seriously fucking hate washing the damn bottles all the damn time (or at least all the damn time that Hec, who also has the serious fucking hate, isn't washing the damn things).
Sleeping:
Ha ha ha.
::cries::
Last night she woke at midnight wanting to feed, drowsed to total limp-limbed sleep at the breast, and woke the second her body hit the bassinet. Following which she cried for an hour. Finally, finally, at 1:30 she went down, only to wake again at 4:15 all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and kicky-legged, chirping and merry and heart-melty except for the ass-crack of dawnness of it all. Managed to get her to sleep again in our bed and managed to sleep a bit ourselves, but Hec is cranky and my back is knotty and tweaked.
How wrong would it be, really, to give her just a little morphine at bedtime? Just a teeny, teeny pinch?
I'm sorry to read about all the insomniac babies last night. I guess they really are buffistas in training.
Dear Officious Administrative Assistant,
If one of my colleagues asks for help covering her classes and I email her and cc you to say that I am teaching straight through and proctoring ERB tests so can't cover for her, it is NOT your job to pull out my schedule and email me a snarky note about how I have one of those periods free and really
could
cover. Furthermore, do not then continue to snark about how you "must have the wrong schedule" when I try to explain why I am trying to hold that one period open and continue to nitpick my choices. I volunteer all the time. If I choose not to, stay the eff out of it. Back off, bitca.
No love,
Kristin
ETA: Just got an email from her (cc'd to my department head) to "Please plan on subbing for S. period one on Monday the 23rd." SPORK HER IN THE EYE!
How wrong would it be, really, to give her just a little morphine at bedtime? Just a teeny, teeny pinch?
My husband's mother used brandy.
For the record: I'm not cranky, I don't mind washing bottles and brandy is not safe to give to babies even in small amounts.
Benadryl works just fine. Plus Motrin if you really need to knock their ass out. And actually, Matilda was congested and snorfling last night.
Landlady is pissing me off again. Three calls so far from her this morning, mainly because I have dared not to call her back yet. There is a showing on Saturday, but the last call said she was showing it tomorrow at 11, and she was "sure I wouldn't mind that it was less than 24 hours notice", despite the fact that the last time I spoke to her I said absolutely nothing less than 24 hours notice. I think I will call her back and tell her if that if she wants to do the showing tomorrow, I will not be leaving the apartment. Am I right in that she doesn't have a legal right to make us leave our apartment for a showing?
JZ, have a glass of wine (or brandy) and then nurse. I hear it works wonders.
Response: "no"
I can't. She's one of those people that will make life hell at school if you piss her off. I'm just sitting here fuming.
I think I need coffee and some food. I am beyond crankified. (Perhaps the Buffista babies were sharing their insomnia--I had yet another night of it last night. A few more of these and I'm going to have to spork someone for real.)
