Got dressed today in actual pants. Put on a bra. Had plans to go to Gloucester. See my parents and a musuem. You can imagine that after yesterday, I was looking forward to more time in the car with Matilda. However, after waiting an hour and a half after the scheduled delivery time for our replacement TV (3 weeks and a day, for those keeping track at home), Niclas handed the squalling baby back to me and wondered aloud if she had a fever. According to her Pediatrician's office, her temperature of 99.4 is not a fever. I'm sure she begs to differ. She's miserable. Will only nap laying across my chest. Wakes up bawling if I blow my nose.
I'm back in sweats. Bra off. The pants are in the laundry. Covered in mustard poo.
