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I just slammed my finger in the car door. Hard. There was blood and everything. I thought I took it very well, a few years ago, pain like that would have made me cry like a baby.

I hate it when your brain is faster than your limbs. My brain said to me "you don't want to close that door like that, because your finger's still in there, haven't you noticed?" My finger hadn't noticed. And then I watched in horror as I, somewhat consciously, slammed the door on my own finger. I hate when that happens, yet at the same time I find it kind of fascinating. I KNEW I was about to slam the car door on my finger and there was not a thing I could do about it. Gah, brains!

Yay for me...

Minor triumphs today...

• Left Beckett alone in his room last night. He usually refuses to go to sleep without me in the room, and I haven't had the energy or the impetus to spend two weeks training that out of him. I officially have the energy and indeed the impetus now, what with a baby waiting for me downstairs, so we've started. He spent twenty minutes with his light on, reading books and intermittently shouting "MUMMY!! MUMMY!!" Then, lo and behold, he turned his light OFF. He called for me for another ten minutes and then all was quiet. I'm very proud of him. We have yet another sticker chart on the fridge in which he has officially earned his first sticker. And "no more stickers for poo", as he so succinctly put it.


• I took the bathroom tap apart because it was leaking a bit. I ended up with a handful of black goop and rubbery bits which obviously used to be a washer. I couldn't for the life of me work out where the washer had resided, until I realised it was actually about 1/3 of a washer, the other two thirds being hard plastic and obviously something to do with the tap's ability to turn. I MADE A NEW 1/3 WASHER with my own hands. Unfortunately, the tap now no longer turns. But it also does not leak, so there. I consider this a triumph nonetheless. I will not be defeated by plumbing, goddammit.


• Took Millie for her first checkup and she is officially "normal", except for the tracking and looking at things, in which area she is slightly advanced. 4.37 kilos, which means she's gained almost a kilo, nearly all of it, save 90ml a day, by virtue of the goodness of my boobs. I am smug about these sorts of things, because I have very little else to be smug about.


• I've lost 4 kilos since having her 5 weeks ago. Yay for me.