... or ever, apparently.
I may have to cave and go to the doctor on Friday if this keeps up. I don't know if I can wait til February.
It seemed like she was up even more frequently last night and, especially, this morning. I don't know if she doesn't feel well or what. Today, she would cry unless someone was holding her. She didn't want to use her jumparoo, kickin' coaster, or just lay or sit, unless it was in someone's arms. I'm hoping she wasn't feeling well and didn't get spoiled in DC.
I don't want a baby who only wants to be held -- geesh!
I submitted the POA (yesterday) Ty completed for USAA and they wrote back today and said he didn't sign it. Um, hello, there was no place for his signature! My dad called and tried to ask about it, but they wouldn't talk to him unless they had a power of attorney or written/verbal consent from Tyler. Luckily, I can sign on to his USAA and do that. It's really a stupid system.
Today, I went and got my hair trimmed. My girl, Amy, said my bald spots were starting to fill in a bit, which has happened only over the past two weeks. Don't get me wrong, there's not "hair" there, as much as there's a darkening from the few baby hairs that are staring to grow. She did give me a few long bangs to try to help the situation. It's a shame I was unable to get my hair done before going to DC.
However, I think it would have looked terrible, regardless. Michelle doesn't keep hair dryers in the other bathroom for guests. She has hers and I didn't want to ask for it everyday, so I let my hair air dry, which means it looked even worse than normal. Luckily, Bran didn't want to be around me much, so I didn't have to worry about my picture getting taken and looking stupid.
Well, I've been looking forward to meeting up with Angela, one of Ty's cousins, for a few weeks. We were going to meet tomorrow for lunch. However, Eisley's screaming and general irritability and sleeplessness has forced me to cancel -- last minute, at that -- and make plans to go to the doctor, instead. I apologised and let her know that I'm not a flake -- I can't stand flakey people -- and that it was out of my hands. I just hate the idea of backing out last minute because I know I hate it when people do it to me. I suppose I did let her know now and not tomorrow morning or when she was on the way there, but still... it sucks.
I feel like I get so mad all the time now. I keep a lid on it, so it's not openly known, but I am at my boiling point, internally. I like that I can talk frankly to my parents; it's a relationship that I cherish. It's hard to get to a point with someone that you can do that with and not worry about it. It would be nice to be there with Tyler's parents.
In my conversation with Michelle, on the way to the airport, she said that Tim listens to Tyler and her and no one else. I am already worrying about moving out there because I know I'll have to have a talk with Tim about Eisley. I hate confrontation (with anyone other than my parents). Hate it hate it hate it. Confrontation, as far as I'm concerned, is having to speak to someone about anything even potentially uncomfortable for either party. The uncomfortable party is me 99.9% of the time. Blech... I need to stop worrying and wait until that moment comes and deal with it then.
Unless, worrying makes me skinnier, then bring it on.
On another note, my car was dead today. Apparently, my dad left on the lights from when he picked me up at the airport, yesterday. I don't know how no one saw the lights when they came home from work (mom) or shut the garage door at night (dad). I gave him my keys and took the little Lexus to get my hair done. It's a good thing I didn't try to go to Zumba this morning. That would have been an unpleasant surprise. I would have taken the Lexus then, too, but it wouldn't have helped out my sleepy morning.
Tonight will determine whether or no I go to Zumba tomorrow. If I don't get any sleep, then I'll have to pass. I didn't take any pics today because I was a bit preoccupied being stressed. However, I did upload a bunch to Flickr.
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