The day so far

[ailbhe]

Linnea has refused to eat anything, and is gradually deflating like a tired birthday balloon, only noisier. I assume she will eventually have space for porridge. I, on the other hand, have eaten breakfast and tidied up a good deal, including some toy-sorting. We have a bookcase that is surplus to requirements and I've been sorting the toys off it into boxes to go under the windowseat.

She has way too many toys. Even though they were all on lovely shelves laid out for her, she hadn't played with half of them for months. I will weed again soon. And I foresee a Great Charity Giveaway, too.

Rob is going to print my letters in the office today, as we really can't make the printer work. This could be a problem if he reaches a stage where he has to print CVs. Perhaps we should make judicious use of his parents' printer at the weekend.

On the one hand, I want to go out and buy painting gear today. And on the other, I'm tired and in moderate pain. I think I might possibly have a yeast infection in my milk ducts somewhere, but there's no surface evidence. I'm going to try cutting out sugar, as yesterday's huge sugar intake definitely made the bedtime feed significantly more painful than it needed to be (at least, it must have been sugar, what else could it have been?) and I am anxious to reclaim my position as Woman For Whom Breastfeeding Was The Only Easy Bit Dammit.

Or, you know, Girl, because this is England and we're all girls here.

I think I might just do my painting on big bits of spare cardboard. Much easier than buying materials.

Comments

[datagoddess.livejournal.com]

An extra bookcase? I didn't think that was possible without some weird break in the space-time continium!

[ailbhe]

The only place for it to live is in front of another bookcase. So. Yeah.