hecka hot

It's hecka hot in the bookstore right now, I have nothing assigned to me to do, and I am so drained. No energy whatsoever. And that's pretty crazy b/c I went to bed at 10pm last night. Okay, I got in bed at 10, but I couldn't fall sleep until midnight or so. Augh. Stupid noisy people outside the lobby, lousy room temperature, general malaise. Harumph. I grouse.

In other news, I'm going up to Alaska in four and a half days. I'm so excited!!! I've been looking forward to this trip all summer, and now that it's finally here, I'm going nuts. So close! Yippee!!!

This weekend, I'm spending the night at a friend's house then she and I are going into Seattle. That's right, this'll be my third trip into Seattle in one month. A record, a happy good record. Makes me smile. :) I'm looking forward to it, even though I'm thinking the weather this weekend is supposed to be intolerable. Ah well, life isn't perfect.


Totally separate topic:

Tuesday night, I babysat for the first time since, well, junior high. Dang, it's been a long time. Three, almost four, month old baby boy. He was downright precious, BUT he and I didn't exactly see eye to eye. Upon realizing that I was not his mother and that both his parents had vacated the building, he put it on his heart to cry his little eyes and lungs out. After half an hour of on and off squealing, he cried himself to sleep and we ended up lying down on the couch. He was so warm...guh. Melted, I did. I would have put him in his crib, but when I started to move, he almost woke up. I resigned myself to melting. However, since I recently got unlimited texting, I was able to keep somewhat from going crazy.

He woke up two hours later and "came to" slowly. He realized--again--that I was not his mother and launched into a new bout of tears. To this, I responded by giving him his prefab bottle of formula, which he took willingly. He pulled back occasionally for a breath and a fresh cry, and took his time in burping afterward. Embarrassingly, his mother decided to call and check up while he was crying. *BLUSH* Awkward turtle...

Ah well, he quieted down after the phone call and fell asleep again before they came home, so I didn't look like a completely incompetent fool. *whew* However, he woke up again as I was passing him over to his mom and started crying again. Then he realized it was his mom and actually took his pacifier from her--wouldn't deign to take it from me--and quieted down again. At least I'm used to babies screaming on first time babysitting jobs. Separation anxiety and whatnot. All this to say, I am definitely taking my time in having children. If God chooses not to bless me with them, I'd be okay with that. (At least at this point...maybe if I was married and head over heels for my hubbie, I might be singing a different tune.)

Good news about babysitting: it pays more than it used to. ;) A lot more.