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As karmic retribution for my little vent-y outburst, I was up all night not feeling well.  (I've been trying to be the bigger person in most situations, and that was not an example of that.  Also, public blog venting is tacky and I try to stay away from it.)  I stayed home from work today.  Unfortunately, I can't call in on watching Gloria, so it's she and I today.  It's amazing what you'll let a baby get into when you're feeling like mud and want her to be quiet.  Relax, I'm not talking household poisons or anything, but at this moment she definitely has every one of her diapers and all of her clothing out of the changing table and spread across the nursery floor.  She's beginning to fuss so I'll probably let her take each individual Swiffer cloth out of the container and fling them around the room.

She just literally took a three-minute nap.  The universe is taunting me.

Her birthday is coming up.  SO WEIRD.  I'm still debating whether I should do an immediate-family-only party, or invite friends.  I feel badly (and kind of like a creepy loner) not inviting friends, but I'm also lazy.  If I invite more than immediate family, I'll have to put effort into making the house presentable and keeping everyone entertained.  If I invite family, I just have to throw together dinner and provide some alcohol.  Also, putting together a bigger party goes against my recent desire to not have to put any effort into my appearance, nor to wear pants.

PS.  Having a baby will make you comfortable enough with your in-laws that pants are optional.  Sorry, in-laws.  

Decisions, decisions.