I'm trying very hard not to complain.

It's blistering hot in my apartment. I haven't heard the voice of another adult all day. The baby just wants to sit on my lap and stare into space. I even made her a little seat facing out just like Mommy. No dice. Any attempt I have made to have any sort of contact with my husband has failed. I don't want to cook dinner because using the stove or the oven raises the temperature in here to a whole new heat. Being too hot makes me extremely hot and crabby, but I can't take Lucy to the mall because the stroller is upstairs and I can't get it down without having to take a second shower. And it was hard enough to squeeze the first one in. I am in a positively horrible mood. Sitting in an apartment alone with a 7 week old who only wants to hear the same "buhbuhbuh" noise 200 times can really start to wear on a person. I'd go to the pool, but Lu is still too small and I'm still too fat, so I guess the library is about as crazy as our summer's going to get. She's sleeping now, so I'm going to go clean this place up before I have to think about making dinner.