diaper sizing, the mall exhaustion, tekken beer and expectations, horseman tekken evil apples cfsw 2015
two extremely tough wakeups feeling cotton wool broken, a day started with firefly, a failed attempt at a hard problem (being totally preoccupied with mr smear and his newfound ability to play with toys); inviting godmother for coffee, a short shopping mission, empire of the sun, pinching nerves, rls and kind of not eating very well.
midnight express to an awkward morning
extreme exhaustion and a lack of prep combined for less than ideal interviewing conditions. i thought i might pass in spite of them but i wasn't holding my breath...
nox accompanying me home from the supermarket
win: mr smear hyper alert and communicating! not-so win: him continuing to be hyper-alert and communicating until way past bedtime.
his first night in the crib, his joy at being changed at 4am and his singing along to a lullaby melody instead of falling asleep to it
still wasted and becoming increasingly certain that i was ill during monday's intense interviews
a long day at work, giving up on symfony but at least being satisfied by my efforts' side effects; good cs:go
car seat adjustments to go to the doctor, an uncomfortable visit, the taxi home taking forever and not having safety clips, an urgent pharmacy run and exhausted eating and sore feet and back and neck.
mr smear's discomfort, sleeping in a little, not doing anything remotely chore-like
dealing with outsourced errors, taking cs:go into competitive space, discovering laraval and being impressed
that moment when you sit down on the metro, cold and rain-drenched, and realize that you *did* have an umbrella after all
stomach cramps, a pharmacy run, big dinner and mr smear's accomplishments
a great morning after... mr smear slept through the night! getting stuff done in spite of a severely pinching nerve
a long day at work but productive, cs:go demolition intro and not bad. leaving late with sore eyes and blurry vision
learning that i bombed in the interviews, feeling disappointed that i didn't postpone (i should have known better, but you know when you're ill and you make bad decisions?)
feeling a little better, mr smear going to sleep at his regular hour and giving me a chance to shower and tidy up a bit while gd alternated between feeding him and trying to sleep off feeling really horrible
mid-night waking taking hours, difficulty getting up in the morning and feeling slow, stupid and off-balance
half an hour's lunch wasted on discovering that the company lunch did not include a single vegan-friendly options
an emergency rescue from thinks-he's-a-senior's major league screwup, another unwitting inappropriately loud and aggressive tone towards my manager
rushing out early and manic
wii setup, the almost-crawl, serious cries, absolute wipeout
saturday morning cartoons, putting in our other wedding rings, babies 'r us washroom feed and change, the walmart mission and buying better stuff than we thought, getting new wedding rings because the ones we've been carrying around since we got married turned out to be shit quality, back home hungry, wii setup mostly satisfactory, chinese delivery, the flash and two sore, tired parents putting mr smear to sleep
awkward with new hac and anxious with him and pg's reminder to hurry with my side of closing my israeli bank account
the wonders of having my own carrier, the day whizzing by with zero accomplishments and then the babysitter arriving and realizing i'd been neglecting to eat until just before we left for the slam
one of the most important elements of spoken word is the concept of "safe space". it's important for the artist on stage, it's important for the audience off stage. even though this is not the first time i've seen it, it's hard to believe that some people can have such a blatant disregard for others' space to the point where they become aggressive when asked (after many meaningful stares failed) to stop interfering with everyone's enjoyment of the evening. and of course, if you stand up to bullies *you* become the bad guy...
leaving early for the code rescue operation and working right through the day (and lunch) to deliver, making it just before rushing home for a few hours of beers and game planning with mr smear being amazing until just before it was time to call it a night
he's not an ambiturner [correction: he's the next two or three days we were very disciplined about correcting the problem until we learned that he's just fine]; a mini-breakdown
finally taking advantage of the 4/5am feed and change to call the israeli social insurance agency and find out that they *did* receive my documents and they *did* process them correctly and i *don't* owe them anything anymore - although if i want to claim the approximately $300 or so that they owe me i'll have to work for it. meanwhile, i could finally tell pg to close my bank account there and we can get started on shipping my documents and mr smear's books and comics...
i also took the opportunity to send my resume off to one of the guys from our resurrected weekly game, and learned from my mother about teeter frames which looked like a bloody good investment until our osteo weighed in...
in the morning gd and i agreed that she's going to stop working from home and we're going to take advantage of her workspace by using it to perform the triage we've been intending since long before mr smear was born...
it was INCREDIBLY hard to say goodbye, mr smear is so ridiculously cute and he just took it up a notch while playing with his little plush cow (about half his size), he's really starting to communicate
one stupid bug and lots of cleanup
nutrition research arguing and evil apples over team lunch, not a bad experience
welcoming the new team lead to my nightmare, only this time both managers and myself are on the same page
$60 for a delivery? no.
two wiped out parents trying to get an early night, late pizza
starting the day with reopened wounds while trying to deal with some tough stuff, first steps and a little bit of healing after sunday night's poetry encounter
running half an hour late after engaging mr smear with animal noises and songs so that gd could make a phone call
a day of debugging, a break for surprisingly unspiced briyani at cafe royale, mysterious caching troubles and yet another lesson in why doctrine is awful
wooden pizza slices and rushing home to the rescue, clinic mission and shopping and trying to eat dinner but mr smear freaking out and only gd able to calm him
4am garbage day glory and the fourth night in a row struggling to get the heating right. leftover pizza and evil apples. being forcibly ejected from deep dreamland by the distinctive sound of poop shooting straight up mr smear's back.
a long time at the oshkosh store, wondering if i shouldn't have jumped in on a conversation i overheard to say "clothing is a terrible gift"
naming day: nox and nem are the perfect teamup of destructive practices and negligence
a good chunk of security design done
home to an improved situation, all good until bedtime when he seemed hungry but i was so exhausted that by the time i'd done shambling and prepped formula he was fast asleep
end of dream one: gd and i in a rental car avoiding police keeping up with us in reverse to see my seatbelt unfastened, we stop in a downpour and i stand waiting for her as she drives into water almost to the roof and miraculously manages to get out but loses control and returns; eventually getting free
end of dream two: the asian artist frisbeeing pasta strainers under frogs, ducks on water bikes
tummy time with tool and mr smear passing out to forty six and two with his left hand making devil horns
a relatively relaxed day at work, somewhat disappointing cs:go and a long trek to donate clothing and handle returns
leaving early on a good note, friday night shutdown with mr smear being very chilled while gd was out
evil apples: paying for the mega pass. for each of us. because we have gotten a LOT of pleasure from playing it.
a beautiful morning, walking to bleuet for probably the last time, upside-down nachos, passing out for one song while gd bathed mr smear and getting up zombified to help and run out to the satay brothers (which we just learned is very close)
there's nothing like gd thoroughly enjoying a meal before discovering she's allergic to something in it, forced into a second outing instead of napping
coming home to an attempt to eat dinner interrupted by a series of unfortunate incidents that left me in a panic and mr smear covered in poop; he was definitely the only one to find the situation at all amusing...
dreaming: participating in a spy / commando reality show and realizing that my partner had faked his credentials
a good sunday morning clearing living space in the living room, getting gd set up with the wii and filing a substantial section of our documents, then being distracted until my back began to ache from carrying mr smear; removing the now no-longer-functional baby swing and beginning the long-overdue triage
a productive afternoon and the most glorious evening's walk, coming home to a needy mr smear, an emergency shopping expedition, great burgers following gd's instructions, a lot of evil apples, futurama, nerve pinching, putting mr smear to sleep with high tone
rough wakeup to an uncomfortable mr smear and a repeat performance (on his end, i was better this time) of saturday night's not-joy; tool and breakfast while watching him sleep on his belly (it's bloody inconvenient that sleeping this way needs to be monitored, he's way more comfortable)
getting ready to go to work early because we're getting used to surprises...