Feel Bad for Me: Installment 1

Reasons to feel bad for me:

1. I went for a run in the Inner Harbour today.  This is the sister to the Sea Wall.  Dropped the tyke with her father at his work and ran from there.  It was 28 degrees and I nearly perished.  It was a close call y'all.  And there were herds of seniors milling about and grazing.  Apparently they come out in droves when the youth are busy being gainfully employed.  This is a shot of my view:

Look how dry that grass is.  Who wants to run near that?  Not me. Gross.  Makes me thirsty just looking at it.

2. My child refuses to sleep in her new bed.  We got her an amazing top-of-the-line mattress (for reasons I now forget, but ones that Ad sold very convincingly at the time) but she still wants to sleep in our bed.  Horizontally, like the cross-hatch to our H.  Her fidgety feet in Adrian's stomach.  Unlucky Adrian.  I did just have the most amazing lie-down in it though, trying to model what napping in it would look like.  No dice.  This is what no-nap looks like come bedtime:

Adrian was a little alarmed that I left her like this to go get my camera, but I was really confident she was too out-cold to roll.  Well, pretty confident.

 She let me dress her fully without opening an eyelid.  I even got her thumb stuck in the sleeve and accidentally wrenched it a little.   But of course, as soon as I leaned down to put her in her bed, she instantly awoke and got a second wind.  It was almost spooky, like a sixth sense that her sleeping self was approaching a big girl bed, and if she didn't wake up potties and a life without soothers would soon follow.

3. Embarrassingly, the next door neighbour popped by yesterday.  It was 11 and Ann and I were still in our pj's, finishing our mid-morning toast and watching Dora.  It was the first full day of school and I was in full mope.  He laughed at me and then told Ann 'tell your Mom to take you to the playground!'.  This is a dirty move for parents.  It's like dangling the leash in front of someone's dog and saying "Walk? Walk?" and then leaving.  And I was totally planning on going anyways.  Eventually.

4. So far, my best option for work appears to be at an Anglican school, depending on their policy on illegitimate children and living in sin of course.  And on that note, according to the government, teachers are still greedy babysitters.  This means that by the time my EI runs out it will be time for 25$/day strike pay.  If I'm lucky enough to get hired. 



And now I have to go prep the salmon for dinner.  Barf.  Woe is me.