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Various minor crises over lunch yesterday that had to be dealt with. We have a fly problem that is growing, so I scrubbed down all the food prep/eating areas while I was home to try and deal with it. Meanwhile, M went over to the main office to talk to them about the rent situation. They said they were trying to figure out the problems with the new website, they discussed all the miscommunications that have happened (like everyone being told the office was closed until the 6th, even though they opened it back up at the beginning of the month, giving everyone the wrong website address when they sent out notices, etc.) and they gave us all the info to pay by money order for this month. 

So, on the way home I had to stop and get a money order, which sounds easy and fast but absolutely was not. I tried first at Walmart since it's close to the house, but they kept declining the debit card when I tried to pay. I called PNC's customer service in a mild panic since I was on a time crunch, and the guy said he didn't even see the attempted transactions, we had plenty of money in our account, and it was well below our daily spending cap, so he was flummoxed. 

Called M, who gave some suggestions, which were things I'd already tried, then he directed me to a Western Union inside a Walgreens up the street. Friends, there was no Western Union, and the cashier had no idea what I was talking about.

So, M found me an Ace Cash Express, which finally, finally worked, though they charged some stupidly high fees and had to split the amount into two separate payments. -_- I made it back to the apartment office 20 minutes before closing. Their payment system is still not up and running, so she couldn't give me a receipt, but she signed and dated the money order stubs and we kept all the receipts in case there is any fuckery with our account balance next month.

I was sweaty and exhausted after all of that, so we ordered some pizzas since I had stackable coupons, and ended up with two extra larges for $15 total, which pleased me greatly. 

Poked around in some online fashion magazines from the 1830s and found a pattern for a canezou in The Ladies' Penny Gazette from 1832. I also found an embroidery pattern that I liked which seemed like it would translate well to chain stitch, so now I just need to actually make the dress and whatnot. Need to figure out my cap situation, too. I want something frothy and absurd!

Home early yesterday to take care of the baby while M had his job interview. It lasted a surprisingly short time, and he said afterward that since he was a referral, the first interview was basically a formality and just some basic HR questions. Round two will be upcoming.

I had my virtual doctor's appointment after that, which was disappointing. I was hoping they could just prescribe me my usual diverticulitis meds and be done with it, but they want to get some images of my colon since with pregnancy it may or may not actually be diverticulitis. (I am 100% positive it is, I've been dealing with this stupid disease for nearly two decades now, I know what a flare feels like.) So, I have an ultrasound appointment on Thursday afternoon. Meh.

After that it was a normal afternoon. The baby was in pretty good spirits, but she had slept late again and had skipped her nap, so by the end of the evening she was a bit cranky. She went down at her normal time, and then M went out and picked us up some hamburgers for dinner, since I was too tired to cook.

M read an article that said that orange juice has become so costly to produce and demand has fallen so much that in 5 years or so it may be considered a specialty item and no longer and staple. Not sure if that's true, but it did make me add an orange tree to the list of garden plants to have once we have a house. 

Anyway, hit snooze too many times this morning and so only got a couple of things done before work. Cleaned the cat boxes and made the baby's breakfast, and then was out the door. Will attempt to make soup for dinner tonight, thought I'm not keen on having the stove on for as long as it will take to simmer the soup. May switch gears and make something else instead. ~shrug~

M wanted to watch Big Trouble in Little China on Friday night, which we had  to do after the baby was in bed, so we stayed up far too late and I fell asleep on the couch about 20 minutes from the end. 

I stumbled into bed afterward, and miraculously, was allowed to sleep in by the baby, who slept herself until 10AM! M and I were both up at that point, and we didn't want her to sleep too long, so we got her up and M got ready to head out and do tax stuff for his small business ID. He was gone most of the day, and the baby and I had a pretty quiet day at home not doing much of anything. M came home in a sour mood, foiled in his attempts to do anything productive by various forms of bank nonsense.

We had another long talk on Saturday night about his mental state, that did turn out to be productive. He feels a lot of pressure (mostly self-induced) and feels like he's failing, and I assured him that he's not and that everything he does is appreciated. 

Sunday I was up before everyone, so I cleaned the dishes in the sink and made us all breakfast sandwiches. The baby was up super late again, so I had the morning to myself, which was lovely. She was up before M, and M woke just as I was finishing all the breakfast things, so we had a nice relaxed morning at the house. 

Unfortunately, my dad decided to send M a "happy father's day" text and mention reconciling, which was very unwanted. It pissed off both of us, but thankfully it didn't ruin the rest of the day. I have him blocked on all my socials and my phone, so that's probably why he's now attempting to get to us through M. Just stop, man.

M went out that evening to treat Chance to dinner since it was his birthday. Baby and I ate noodles for dinner. Since she'd gotten up so late, she didn't nap all day, and after a bath at 7, she was ready for bed, which meant I had the evening to myself, too! Quite a luxury these days! I laid in bed and ate chocolates while watching TV, and was nearly asleep when M came home. We chatted for a bit, then both retired for the night.

In all, not a bad weekend. The only thing that threw it off was the baby getting a hold of the kitchen shear somehow (how?!) and cutting up the onesie she was wearing. She managed not to nick herself at all, just destroy her clothes, but it freaked M out, so we're going to do a deep clean of the house this evening and wrangle any potential baby hazards. 

Short work day today. M has a job interview this afternoon, which I have to be home to watch the baby for, and I have a doctor's appointment directly afterward. The captain gave me the go-ahead to just leave work and not use benefit time for doctor's appointments from now on, which I was hoping for, so now I can accrue as much PTO as possible to cover my "maternity leave", which is really only FML. 

Short week, as well, and I am so ready for the long weekend.

Had a weird, jagged, pulsating thing in my vision suddenly appear yesterday. I haven't had something like that before, and it seems it was probably a scintillating scotoma. It was a very strange thing, just this little vibrating, zigzaggy blob that sort of blurred my vision in one eye and floated around like a flag in a soft breeze. Seems like it was most likely an ocular migraine, though I didn't have any real headache with it. Blob lasted about 15 minutes, and then was gone, and a headache never materialized. ~shrug~

Spent most of the evening after work in the kitchen. I had a burst of cooking energy, so I made the southern fried pork chops with bacon gravy, seasoned green beans with more bacon, and white cheddar mac & cheese. By the end of it I was exhausted and sweaty, but we ate damned well, I tell you what. 

Baby fought her bedtime last night. She would just scream and scream, and then when I went in to calm her down she'd be just fine and just want to play. -_- Girl, it is after 9 o'clock and past my bedtime, go to sleep!

She was up again at midnight with a bad dream. She sobbed inconsolably, especially whenever we tried going back to her bed, so we sat in the living room until she calmed herself down. She eventually crawled off my lap and sat beside me on the couch petting Tibby for a good while and just saying "good" over and over, and then she seemed to feel much better. I let her lead the way back to her room, and then she went right back to sleep, completely exhausted. 

It took two hours to get her back to sleep, so I lost a good chunk of my night, and I'm feeling it this morning. I did nothing beyond making her breakfast, then I sat back in bed and scrolled through The Horrors on FB before giving up on that and getting ready for work. Really hope I can sleep in tomorrow.

M has a job interview on Monday, and I have a doctor's appointment, so it will be a half-day at work for me. Then it's Juneteenth on Thursday, and I'm taking Friday off to bridge the gap to the weekend, and the following Monday is a day full of more doctor's appointments (we're doing all the genetic testing on the fetus right now to make sure it's healthy), so a short week and a five-day weekend are ahead. I am ready to be off work for a while again. Hoping to poke at some 1830s stuff while I'm off, but it's not a solid goal or anything.