It's been a rough couple of days. Tuesday for reasons unknown Baby E just fussed, fussed, fussed. Yesterday was her 2-month checkup, codephrase for SHOTS, so of course yesterday had lots of fussing as well. She kept doing this shrieking cry, even after I gave her a little Tylenol. But I did at least get a few smiles out of her before she went to bed.
My boss offered me a part-time position working from home. So I said, Yes thank you! I just started last Thursday. It's basically perfect. I told Kevin I don't have more than 2 hours per day, he said that's fine. One of the guys brought over my nice, new work computer, so I don't have to use our crappy old e-machine anymore. So far, I've been working about an hour and a half a day (Tuesday & Wednesday: zero time...). I like this. It's nice to use my brain in this way. And it's nice to earn a little money so we don't have to live on rice and beans. (When I said that to Dh, he said, "What's wrong with rice & beans? I think we should eat them more often." He was one hundred percent serious. Ha ha)
I had a dream that Dh was scratching me while holding me very tightly so I couldn't get away. He thought it was funny, but I was getting really pissed. I was yelling at him to stop, but he just kept doing it. Then I woke up (partially), and punched Dh in the ribs! From his side of the bed, in a very droll voice, he said, "Well, that was interesting."