My day started at 4:30am again today, this time because of the Child who suddenly and loudly decided that she was tired of being alone in her crib. She had done the same thing at 12:30am, but at that time I had been a bit more firm, and had managed to convince her that yes, she really could continue to sleep in her crib and not in he big bed with mommy and daddy. But at 4:30 I wasn’t in the mood to take half an hour to convince her of that again, so into the big bed she came.
At some point next week I think we’re going to have to go shop for a big girl bed for her. She can climb into her crib now, which leads me to believe that she is certainly capable of climbing out of it, even though she has not yet done so. She’s also capable of opening doors. Yes, she’s a 19 month old tall freak of nature.
Life has not really slowed down anywhere else. Mom is back from Kenya, and had her surgery this morning. I’m going to head over to Slidell this afternoon to check on her, and also to measure the rooms in my rental house so that I can figure out how much carpet I need to buy. There’s still so much to DO. This weekend is probably going to be a painting weekend: walls and floors. And then hopefully next week I can get the carpet put in. My sister told me about these nifty carpet squares that you can install yourself, i.e. you don’t have to take time off of work to schedule a carpet installer (even if you could find one.)
Then, of course, there’s the fact that my workload at my job has completely DOUBLED. I’m on call this week and training to be a crime scene tech, and am STILL the computer forensics exmainer and video analyst. I’ve had six calls already since Monday morning (which translates as six reports and six analyses) and I still have three days left of call.
Oh, and let’s not forget the lovely fact that CHRISTMAS IS IN TWO AND A HALF WEEKS! Holy shit. I have done absolutely nothing for the holidays. We don’t even have a tree yet. This is insane.
in the event that he or she at any time fingered a female she would kick the bucket
2011
Eleanor Clogston