off-call good, on-call not so good

the last couple of work days last week were miserable. they felt unproductive and were full of frustration.

friday morning was productive, if i recall correctly, and the afternoon was wildly successful! i took mr smear to a birthday party at the cinema, and not only did he have a great time but i got to sit in a comfortable coffee shop right across from the entrance and fiddle around with a potential side project.

we got a ride home with our neighbours, and the kids in the back were in hysterics the entire time.

on saturday afternoon i took him into town for a walk and we met up with sailor, we sat at the 100% vegan anastasia cafe. it would have been much better if i'd been wearing a sweater, or hadn't been sitting in the draft. we had a nice afternoon stop, though everything i bought for mr smear i ended up consuming myself... he didn't like the carob in the chocolate milk, then he wasn't into the ice-cream with hazelnut sauce... oh, well.

anyway, it was a really nice weekend.

...

this morning got off to a horrible start, and then i went on call. the day was pretty okay (so far), but i went to pick up mr smear and attempted to sort out the morning mess and he wasn't interested, so we ended up having a long family meeting instead.

there were some unpleasant parts, but mostly it went well and the evening's ended on a much better note.

we're all exhausted now.