Bad Plans

Apparently we had an earthquake early this morning. Or, technically speaking, there may or may not have been an earthquake in my general vicinity. Neither M nor I felt it, if so. I almost wonder if Evelyn, much like an animal, sensed something was up because she woke up twice last night, which is almost unheard of. When she woke up again at eight, I gave up and made her go shopping with me. Note: this is a bad plan. Baby that didn't sleep much + twenty minutes in car + aimless shopping = BAD PLAN. I had another free $10 to spend at Kohl's and I had to return something I bought last week, so I thought it'd be fun. I also planned to go fabric shopping since I was on that side of town but when I left there at 12:30, I consulted my nerves, cast a nervous glance at my whining, cranky baby, and I slunk home with my tail between my legs. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I do not actually possess a tail. Still yet, I know what it's like to have one because I have read a really good book about that. Again and again and again and again. ;) (M's book, for the majority of you who will not get that.)

M's barbecued chicken was pretty good last night, and I made some sort of semi-promise to make him an experimental calzone with the rest of it tonight for dinner. That was also a bad plan, because it occurs to me now that cooking is work and I am still worn out from the other bad plan. Decisions, decisions. Surely we should go out for dinner instead! Surely! And shop for fabric, because it makes M so happy when we do that.

Poor baby is having a nightmare and she's crying, soft little gasping cries, in her sleep. It kills me when she does that. I have found, though, if I go comfort her, she will wake up and cry loudly, like her heart is broken and assuredly will never heal. Sometimes I can't keep myself from doing it anyway but I usually regret it. I wonder what she's dreaming about. Public toilets flushing? Mama leaving? Dada's feet? Big hairy monsters? I dunno.