I think we've hit the 8 month sleep regression. Gumball was up after 90 minutes, fell asleep on dad, then woke up upon being put into his crib. I'm currently trapped under the baby. Let's hope I don't run out of internet, and he considers the joys of sleep.

Too bad Grubhub doesn't come into your house and deliver to you when you're trapped under a baby.

Grubhub doesn't even come to my house. Nor does pizza. Basically my food delivery option is "bribe a friend"

Can they deliver to hospitals? I literally don't want to walk down to the lobby to meet the driver. I'm mostly whining because I am not a graciously self-sacrificing wife. I hate this shit. It sucks.

I wasn't such a graciously self-sacrificing mother, either, so I feel you on this (and still occasionally beat myself up for it, because inner-critics are always workaholics). I predict two things:

1: your lack of graciousness looks/feels worse to you than it is

2: whether or not #1 is true, the world will keep spinning

I know you know this, but it comes down to spoons, and you didn't have the spoons for dealing with a breadless sandwich, and parking bullshit, because your husband just had heart surgery. Ass them in the ear, anyhow. (In this case, I guess "them" is the problems loitering at your empty spoon holder.)

How's the patient, Tep?

OK, yet another reason to appreciate the hospital we usually go to -- you can totally get a "guest tray." And the food is pretty good.

I am starting to think some hospitals train their staff not to point out that this is an option (when it is). I didn't know until after C was home from the surgery that I could have gotten a guest tray.

He was hospitalized for three separate one-week periods between July and October, yet no one told me or once alerted/reminded me. I finally spotted it on some of the literature I thought I'd thoroughly reviewed at the time, when I was deciding which paperwork could be culled.

Timelies all!

Wow, it's been quiet here.

Mr. S was fussy again last night, and didn't get to sleep until 9. Of, course he was up again at 7.

This week I had a horrifying revelation while talking to my mother about the Academy Awards and film genres. It turns out, this woman who banned broadcasts of Mary Poppins and The Wizard of Oz in the house when I was growing up and won't watch science fiction or superhero movies because she can only stomach the fantastical in context of horror, does have one recent urban fantasy franchise that she enjoyed watching. Twilight. Which she got into because she read the books first and loved them.

Yes reader, my mom is a Twihard.

Ha!

Alas, it can happen in the best families. (Not mine, of course.)

I mean, that's horror, right??

Also horror: youth theater Sondheim. We left at intermission "because of the weather."

In your defense, it's really bucketing down here currently. At least it's plausible deniability.

It was definitely one reason!