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the day continues to be not good
Sep. 14th, 2006 06:05 pmEx-nanny's daughter called to say she is not interested in sitting for us at all.
I have received a number of emails from other people looking for child care, but only one from someone providing child care, and that only 9:30-12:30 two days a week, which would not even halfway meet our current needs.
(In better news, mr. flea talked to our nieghbor, a SAHM with a 9 month old, and she'll watch Dillo from 10-12 for the next two weeks, while mr, flea is two houses down for emergencies, so that will get us started and him more work time.)
Dillo was cranky pants all afternoon and wouldn't nap.
The reason I can't print at work is a problem with the move that Looniversity IT has to fix, and god knows when that will happen.
The washing machine got a blockage and began vomiting water all over the basement floor, and also depositing unknown blockage-related schmutz on the load. Which happened to include the fabric part of Dillo's car seat, without which he cannot go anywhere.
(In better news, mr. flea ran the load out to the laundrymat, and it is already drying as we speak.)
To sum up: day sucks. mr. flea rules.
I have received a number of emails from other people looking for child care, but only one from someone providing child care, and that only 9:30-12:30 two days a week, which would not even halfway meet our current needs.
(In better news, mr. flea talked to our nieghbor, a SAHM with a 9 month old, and she'll watch Dillo from 10-12 for the next two weeks, while mr, flea is two houses down for emergencies, so that will get us started and him more work time.)
Dillo was cranky pants all afternoon and wouldn't nap.
The reason I can't print at work is a problem with the move that Looniversity IT has to fix, and god knows when that will happen.
The washing machine got a blockage and began vomiting water all over the basement floor, and also depositing unknown blockage-related schmutz on the load. Which happened to include the fabric part of Dillo's car seat, without which he cannot go anywhere.
(In better news, mr. flea ran the load out to the laundrymat, and it is already drying as we speak.)
To sum up: day sucks. mr. flea rules.