Our weekend with a computerized baby

It is very tiring-for everyone. Matt even feels sorry for Kristen. Last night the baby and car seat were on the loveseat until she went to bed( not sleep) to keep it away from pets. No fear about that in this house. Sabrina shakes when it cries and avoids it. What is not helping is for the first 24 hours, every time it cried Kristen would scream. Her comments vary from Shut the freak up, What is wrong with you, You are mental, I hate you, I wish you would die to lots of variations. Kris is not handling sleep deprivation well. It sleeps at the most two hours. I took video and photos but will have to post them later since I forgot AA batteries at the store. Making Mom's taco salad for dinner then going out for coffee with my friend Anita. Matt will be done working around 11:30! Yeah! I think it has served its purpose. She does not want anything to do with babies.

Sigh

I have a no win situation tomorrow at work. I stayed an extra 1.5 hours trying to prepare for it and figuring out who to call to make myself feel better. I am meeting with a principal to discuss her decision to replace the media specialist with a clerk who only has worked 2 hours a day in the library. My job supports both the media specialists and the clerks. If I support the media specialist over the clerk(which is the right thing to do), the clerk may lose her job. If I advocate for the clerk too heavily, the media specialist may never get back in the library. Right now, I am not liking my job very much!

I've been sprung!

Sabrina here, talkin' to you from my pillow. Consider this a doggie podcast. They came to pick me up. Big whoop. I've been hanging out with my homeys for a week and Mom and Kristen show up acting like I should have missed them terribly. Not exactly. They picked me up in the deathtrap. I tried to pretend I did not remember how to get in it, but Kristen lifted my butt in it. I screamed, yowled, howled save me,save me, save me. Did anyone listen? Nada. They opened the window thinking I wanted air, I screamed and screamed to all the other people in their various forms of deathtraps and still no one listened. We stopped at the house of the cute girl with the red braids and she answered the doorbell by asking can I help you? She sure can-finally, I am saved! Mom talked to her about burgers and drinks and she asked small, medium or large? Say what? When is she coming out to let me out of here. Then we leave, I scream some more, and I think I passed out. Mom calls it hyperventillating. Next thing you know we are home. Matt is no where to be found. It had something to do with Mom failing to read calendars correctly and Matt having to work 7-3pm today. Loser with a capital L. Dad was fishing-no great loss for me there. I can barely keep my eyes open by now and they want me to go squirrel chasing. Yeah right. Not happening. I don't even have the energy to eat. Later,

Sabrina.