Baby, it's cold outside

Nothing stops like a Trane!
Saturday night my heat stopped working. Just stopped, no warning, no little beeping message warning me to get a space heater or go visit my parents. How rude! Well, obviously, there was no one to work on it Sunday, so we spent a few chilly hours huddled around an electric heater.

Best customer service all year
I called a heating guy this morning. I picked him solely based on address, he was right down the street from my house. I asked him to stop by and see if he could find the problem. I then asked him to call me and let me know how much moola we were talking. I had horrible visions of 4 zeros. Anyway, he called while I was with a client, so I had to call him back. When I called him back he told me he had found the problem, went ahead and fixed it, it only cost $190 and I could pay him whenever I had the money (apparently my earlier remark about moola had given him the impression I didn't have any, either that or he peeked in the window of Olivia's room and realized we spent all of our money on her). Anyway, what a great guy (don't worry, I'm mailing him a check tomorrow).

That's about it
Otherwise, my weekend was very uneventful. I am exhausted, we let Olivia sleep with us, since it was cold. She kicked and thrashed and mumbled all night. I got VERY LITTLE sleep. It reminded me of when she was younger. With the exception of a very few nights, she slept two hours or less at a time for the first 3 1/2 years of her life. No joke. She might only wake up for a few minutes or sometimes for a few hours. Regardless, I got very little quality sleep. I don't remember much about those years. It wasn't so bad until I went back to work. Sometimes at lunch time I would just lay my head down on my desk.

Speaking of sleeping problems
Olivia is still not a willing sleeper. Bedtime is often a struggle and she will not nap at school. She hates to sleep. Given the chance, she will stay up until midnight and will cheerfully wake up at 7:30 a.m. Now, she will be a demon by 3 p.m., but this would be her choice if I let her choose. Thankfully, I have better sense than that and she has to go to bed at 8:30. Often, I am tempted to go to bed too, but then the laundry would never get done. Ah, my glamourous life!

Have a great night buoys and gulls, I'll holla tomorrow!
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