I've had some sort of stomach bug since yesterday evening. I'm hoping my 24 hours are just about up. On the plus side, I watched almost all of The West Wing Season 6 on Netflix. On the minus side, I've hardly done anything on my actual to do list for today. I'm going to take a bath and then pick DD up shortly.
I officially told the attorney we want to proceed with the case. Which I know I said I was inclined to do anyway, but making it official was slightly unnerving. But it's not like it's going to be some huge trial, they're basically going to renegotiate my severance on my behalf with the added ammunition of pregnancy discrimination and wrongful termination. Which honestly sounds fair to me--at the time, I wanted the entire place to go down in flames, but with the benefit of a week behind me, I just want something more fair and just (as cornball as that sounds). We're not going to get rich, I just want them to know that their behavior was not cool, and I'm not just going to take it lying down.
No one has called me about a job yet, despite the flurry of resumes I sent. That is making me a little anxious. Especially because I'm starting to pop so the clock is ticking--the window during which I look slightly overweight vs. definitely pregnant is closing fast, and I was hoping to at least reach the offer stage with someone before my pregnancy became an issue.
DD has developed an instant obsession with Disney Fairies. What is that about? It came out of nowhere (like this stomach bug) and is taking up brain cells I'd probably be better off spending on something other than which one wears the long blue dress and which one is a light talent fairy.
DH's great aunt is turning 95, and he asked me to get her a card. Which I did. Then he dragged his feet on signing all weekend, and today asked me to send her flowers. Okay, fine. But then he had the nerve to tell me to find a local florist where she lives and deal directly with them, rather than FTD etc. Dude, I am happy to help you, especially since I unexpectedly find myself with extra time on my hands, but don't effing micromanage how I handle your errands and chores. Which I told him, at which point he wisely shut up.
Our neighborhood garage sale was this weekend, and I unloaded a bunch of stuff that had accumulated in our former guest bedroom and cleared $64. One woman and her two kids tried to start loading stuff into her truck with DD and me sitting right there, and when I said hi, she said "All this stuff is free, right?" Y'all, it was a neighborhood garage sale, with ads in the paper, banners at the entrances, the whole nine yards. It wasn't a random assortment of junk on trash day. Ballsy. So I told her no, and managed to sell her a few of the things she tried to run off with. After they left, DD asked me "Why were they like that?" and I didn't have a great answer for her. We fell back on good choices/bad choices.
Speaking of DD, spring school picture:
