All the small things
I'm going to try to make this quick since the little one is teething (and is, consequentially, screaming her 8-month-old lungs out) and, since I don't have Patriot's Day off, I'm working from home.
And for those of you who have a problem with me working from home because I couldn't find alternative day care arrangements for today: kiss my ass. It's not like I'm sitting at home playing video games, sleeping, or sitting around on that same aforementioned ass watching tv and pigging out on junk food. I'm sitting here, in front of my PC, listening to an inconsolable infant scream bloody murder in the next room while I read and edit all same goddamn shit I normally do on Mondays (and making better time at it than I would in the office, if you ask me). The only difference is that instead of being there to defend myself when you have a gripe with me, I'm here, fuming at the fact that you having nothing better to do with your work day than to aim sharpley pointed insults and criticisms at my back. And will I ever hear you say it to my face? I know I won't. So, grow up and act your age.
Easter was good. I spent it over the Doyle's and ate some yummy food. Aislinn got all dressed up pretty and looked uber cute napping in the pack-n-play with Joey. I was a little bummed, though, that Aislinn's Easter basket from my mom didn't show up until the Monday after.
Last Monday, I had a little drug mishap at work. I came into work with a gargantuan headache. My boss/coworker Sarah didn't have her usual stash of Aleve on her, but kindly offered me some Aleve: Cold and Sinus. Not caring what I took, so long as it took away the pounding, I accepted the meds. This was obviously a bad move
since, much like last year, when I was put on that dose of super Sudafed for my ears (you know, the stuff that eventually led to Aislinn), the decongestant in the Aleve sent my blood pressure through the roof; I got super dizzy and almost passed out. And coming down off the stuff: cotton mouth, watery eyes - all the signs of a good party, without any of the fun.
Aislinn had her eight month doctor's appointment last Friday. Though she still hasn't broken 13 pounds, she's up to 24.5 inches long (so, much as I suspected, she has had a growth spurt). She's been babbling up a storm lately, which puts her right where she should be verbally. She could do a little better with her physical milestones though. Also, she was given the okay to start trying meats (which, might I add, smell like cat/dog food).
Also on Friday, my dorkglee at seeing Seth Green on Sesame Street was greatly surpassed by the wonderous return of Sci-Fi Friday in all of it's Stargate-ness. And, "Perhaps, Puff..." Who knew Teal'c had a sense of humor? Equally fantastic - badasslytherin let me take home what was left of the meatball pizza we had. I love free food!
Saturday and Sunday were ho-hum, per the usual nothing-to-do-this-weekend formula. Laundry was done, dishes were washed, a baby's daddy was calmly ignored during visitation time - you know, the usual.
And, finally, since Nathan Fillion and tv shows about illegal, cross-country road races are so awesome, I'm now hooked on Drive, Fox's new show. (So, happy there's a third episode on tonight!) Need something to fill the void left behind by BSG? Tune in, Mondays at 8 p.m. (Come on, get fangirlish with me.)
And for those of you who have a problem with me working from home because I couldn't find alternative day care arrangements for today: kiss my ass. It's not like I'm sitting at home playing video games, sleeping, or sitting around on that same aforementioned ass watching tv and pigging out on junk food. I'm sitting here, in front of my PC, listening to an inconsolable infant scream bloody murder in the next room while I read and edit all same goddamn shit I normally do on Mondays (and making better time at it than I would in the office, if you ask me). The only difference is that instead of being there to defend myself when you have a gripe with me, I'm here, fuming at the fact that you having nothing better to do with your work day than to aim sharpley pointed insults and criticisms at my back. And will I ever hear you say it to my face? I know I won't. So, grow up and act your age.