Note to self: parenting not for amateurs.

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My parents always told me the first kid is like the first pancake. Don't worry if you screw it up - you can always make more.

[Editor's Note: I am the oldest of 4 children and my parents are meeeeeeeeean.]

Unrelated, I am really enjoying the Times Reader software. The crossword interface is a dream.

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3 invoices processed
1 call from boss
1 email inquiry

My cat was all clingy and meow-y this morning, but that could have been due to my being up early and going in and out to do laundry before going to work. After I got all my clothes clean, I jumped into the shower, which got her all worked up again--every other month or so, she becomes concerned over my habit of voluntarily getting wet (she doesn't care the rest of the time) and sits on the sink and meows full blast the entire time the water's running. Today, she became even more worried when I didn't get out right away (I was rinsing the shampoo suds down the drain) and stuck her fuzzy black head around the edge of the curtain to see if I was all right.

This weekend I managed to have a splinter which got minorly infected, burn myself, stab myself under the finger nail with a pushpin, and scrape my cuticle, all on the fingers of my right hand. These injuries were also an apt metaphor for the weekend.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I hate headaches.

I think I may have to quit caffeine altogether. Not happy about that.

My parents always told me the first kid is like the first pancake. Don't worry if you screw it up - you can always make more.

Definitely true for some.

So, for 48 hours, N has not slept more than an hour at a time. It means that I have not slept for more than that either. My head hurts. My dulce de leche is not putting a dent in the sheer exhaustion I am feeling.

Moreover, N hasn't really eaten anything in 48 hours. He has a sore on his tongue like I get when I have too much citric acid and a sore on his lip. He wants nothing. Yesterday, he barely touched the ice cream I tried to tempt him with. Not even Porto's cheered me or baby up (N didn't even want to eat his potato ball, inspite of being really excited to see them).

I am so tired and feel pretty well done at this point.

In other news? Today is standardized testing at school. The upside? ALMOST DONE with the year and I really don't have to do anything other than proctor the test.

I think I may take a day off this week. I may also speak to my boss about taking a week of unpaid leave in the summer.

msbelle, a free day off sounds like an excellent plan. A week even more so, of course.

I am sorry for everyone having crappy days!