A little bit of this, a little bit of that

MY SON REGISTERED AS A REPUBLICAN!!! UGH!

On the bright side, so far he has been accepted into the Honors program at UHART, with a $14,000 renewable scholarship, and (drum roll please) Trinity. Even though UHART is his "safe" school, and Trinity is fourth on his list, it is still such a relief (and, in the case of Trinity, a Holy Crap!) to have him accepted into two schools already. I was so psyched that he was called to have a local interview with Harvard (with an underesecretary of CT, no less), until we learned that Harvard tries to interview most applicants. It was still pretty cool, though.

The baby is cooing, smiling, and close to outright laughing. He still doesn't sleep for long stretches at night, which can be grueling, but he's a blast to be with during the day. Thank god for my mother-because the BF isn't here every night (and, due to Saturday's incident, hasn't slept here since Wednesday the 18th) he just doesn't get it-he'll call to tell me he's tired because blah blah blah. I'm not tired-I'm sleep deprived, and, if it hadn't been for my mom coming every day for a few hours, I would have seriously considered checking my self into the hospital. Of course, I have to remember the added stressors-getting taxes, FAFSA and the Profile done with a newborn, and thinking that I had to pack up to move (which I've put on hold-I mean really, what were we thinking?) and stupidly checking my work email to dicover my class has fallen apart. Anyway, today is a better day, the BF is going to stay the night-and even though my boobs may explode by morning, the baby is getting two nighttime bottles so that I can finally sleep.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

First big laugh in a while

In waiting area at women's therapy office:

"Please welcome Dr. Kuntz to our practice"

I should be trying to sleep since the baby just went down for a nap, but I'm afraid it will be like night time-I can't turn my brain off in order to sleep. I feel like I'm going nuts. I can't believe he hasn't called to check on his son. Fine, he's mad. Fine, he may hate me, though I still feel like I had every right to ask noisy people to leave my house at 12:00 midnight, even if they are his children (not little kids, mind you.) I don't get to sleep more than three hours at a time, at best, and yes, he works a lot, but at least he gets two or three nihgts a week at his place...there goes the baby.

Loving the baby, but...

So, there's a check next to each symptom of post-partum depression, but I can't help but wonder if five hours of uninterrupted sleep wouldn't make most of them go away. I wish I could find out.

Shaken, not stirred

This picture is self explanatory.

The baby had two "good" nights in a row (meaning he went one four hour period without needing to eat, and slept for three of those hours), but I made the mistake of singing "Stay Up All Night" by the Talking Heads to him yesterday, and judging by his reaction of eating at least every two hours in a 24 hour period, he took me literally.

Sapient pearwood

I gave my mom Hogfather as a stocking stuffer, and now she's hooked on Terry Pratchett as well. Hee hee.

And, I just saw that Christopher Moore has a new one out. Though I'm still out on leave, it takes me a week or more to read a book. Hmm, I wonder why.

And in other news

Yesterday, I killed a spider with a baguette.

sleep

I need sleep. Four straight hours would be heaven.