Cry-It-Out

1.  Carolyn woke up at her usual time again last night.  I swear, she's got an internal alarm.  And again, she didn't cry.  She just talked.  REALLY LOUDLY.  For like 20 minutes.  When I went in to "calm her down", she was ready to have a full conversation.  How are you supposed to practice the cry-it-out method when the baby isn't crying?  But, crying or not, she still wakes me up.  In the end, Husband went in, gave her her paci and then came back to bed and went straight back to sleep.  I was awake for at least another hour and then woke up every 20-30 minutes after that even though the baby was asleep.

2.  The daycare gave me a piece of paper yesterday saying they needed me to bring diapers for Carolyn.  Um.  I brought 108 of them on Monday (marked with her name).  And according to the daily report papers I've gotten, only 15 of them should be gone.  What happened to the other 93?

3.  Carolyn has changed already since Monday.  She is so much more smiley when we get home.  I think it's mostly because it's really the only true interaction she gets during the day.  And that makes me unhappy.  But the smiles and laughs crack me up.

4.  Carolyn is sick.  Again.  It seems like she's been perpetually sick since the middle of October.  Today she joined the legion of daycare kids with green snot running out of their noses.  I wish there was a way for me to keep her home for a couple of weeks to get her 100% well.

5.  The Tummy Toucher ran me down in the parking lot the other day - literally, ran me down...I was running away from her.  On purpose.  She said her mother is flying in for a few weeks and she really wants me to meet her and she really wants her mom to meet the baby.  Ok.  Um.  I really wonder what it's like to live in her world.  Because for the nine millionth time, we are not friends.  NOT FRIENDS.  Like I'm not even friendly toward her anymore.  And even if I were, I don't want her alcoholic mother around my child nor do I want to spend my Sunday afternoon entertaining her mother and her two destructive children at my home.

6.  I think Husband and I have made the decision to go ahead and drop our health insurance.  We're paying $400/month in premiums right now and only using it for Carolyn's well-baby visits.  If we went on Husband's insurance, we'd be paying $550-600 in premiums.  We're thinking about just putting that money in a savings account and paying cash for medical expenses.  Oh, and getting a little catastrophic insurance plan just in case.

7.  One of my secret admirers left a gift of hot chocolate on my desk this morning.  I'm thrilled.  On top of that, the Interim Big Boss brought me a Chick-Fil-A breakfast biscuit.  It really doesn't get better than that.

8.  They're calling animal control to come pick up the feral cats tomorrow.  Yesterday a lady came to pick up my three favorite cats to take to her house.  I kept telling the Small Orange that he was going to a place where they'd be nice to him.   Yes, I cried.  It was like giving up my child.

9.  If anyone wants a Christmas massage, I'm now working Saturdays at Tina's Heavenly Touch.  They also do mani/pedis there.  It's a newly refurbished salon with lots of nail techs/massage therapists that are trying to build clientele.  Oh, and they do gift certificates for all of those teacher/bus driver/babysitter gifts you feel obligated to give out.