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December 10th, 2003 - Wednesday Evening baby capers Let me give you some unsolicited advice: If you can at all avoid it, never ever take a freelance job making a website for someone who doesn't understand computers beyond the basic "push this button to turn it on" because they won't have any design taste whatsoever and they won't understand why certain things just aren't possible. When I finished the job I had to explain that those mini-cds ARE indeed CDs, YES the entire site is burned on it, YES it really will work in your CD-ROM drive, and NO you CAN NOT put it in the floppy drive. Shoot me.    Hayley once again refused to sleep. I know it was sort of my fault and not hers because we had to meet the person above to give him his data on CD and to get the money he owed me. We were meeting him at 7:30 so by the time we got there, made the exchange, and drove home, it was past 8 pm. I decided to forego her bath since she fell asleep in the car (less than ten minutes from home, of course). I popped her into a dry diaper and her pajamas and George brushed her teeth and I put her into bed. At least three separate times I thought she was slipping off into dreamland but she kept waking herself up. Then she sat up in bed and started kissing and hugging me and acting like a nut. I guess the ten minute car nap really recharged her. Last time this happened (this week, actually) I got really frustrated at lying there for a long time without any success. Tonight I decided not to let myself get uptight so after about 45 minutes of her not sleeping and showing definite signs that it wasn't happening anytime soon, I gave up and brought her out to the living room. I don't want her to think that she gets to come out every time this happens, but getting agitated really doesn't help matters either. She played for a bit, but not too rambunctiously. Then she started in with the mischief, turning off my computer and touching all the CDs even after about twenty thousand "No" warnings. She started rubbing her eyes a bit but I waited a few more minutes. Then she grabbed a tape for the video camera and started whacking it on the CD rack, really hard. I said, "No baby!" and took it away from her. Well, you would think that I had held a cattle prod to her for all the wailing and screaming. Seriously, not just crying, but screaming like the worst thing I ever could have done in her life was to take away that tape. That's when I knew it was bedtime. George came and picked her up but we don't want her associating me with all the negative things, so then he gave her back to me. She resisted at first but then she settled against my shoulder and stopped crying. I put her back in bed and she fell asleep in less than ten minutes. Hooray! God only knows what kind of night this will be. I wish I had some beer and chips. I think that some hot Chinese Gunpowder tea and a frosted carrot cake will do instead. << - Journal index - >>
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Reading: The DaVinci Code, Dan Brown.
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