Whine.

[rivka]

It has been an absolute pigfucker of a week at work.

I am tired of not being respected.

I have a headache. My back hurts.

I am tired of nursing. And pumping. I am so tired of pumping I can't even begin to tell you. And I'm having trouble keeping up with it, too. And now that Colin is eating cereal I have to pump extra milk for the cereal on top of the milk he takes in his bottles.

It was 90 degrees and 75% humidity today. My glasses kept fogging up every time I went outside.

I am tired of Colin pulling my hair and gnawing on my chin and taking off my glasses. I am tired of being slimed with drool.

I am tired of Alex's incredibly loud and shrill voice, and her insistence on sitting in my lap when it's 90 degrees out.

I am tired of having it be so hot that I can't sit at my computer at home because it's too hot for the boy, especially if he's swaddled for a nap. I am bored with my living room. I am bored with hanging out on the floor supervising Colin's play and rescuing him every time he gets into a position he doesn't like.

I don't have anything to read.

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[kalmn.livejournal.com]

that is not in fact excessive because there is not enough of it to make my computer's memory seize up and die.

i am reading the fourth book in the _the merchant princes_ series by charles stross; i am finding them fun and cracktastic. i also like his laundry books. (um, the atrocity archive is one of them. they're less depressing than that sounds.)

the juggler is feeding me eric flint's 1632 books-- i am finding them patriotic in a treacly sort of way, yet strangely compelling anyhow.

your boss is a dolt. you want i should come let the air out of her tires?

[eeyorerin]

YOu were with me the entire time. There are witnesses.