I had to stay at work until 9:00 last night for my "leadership" course ("Goal Setting" and "Attitudes for Success" were the topics last night. My Goal = Endure This Class; My Attitude = Truculence). HellBoy was still awake when I got home, of course, since our bedtime routine is: mama nurses him until he falls asleep. That was fine -- I was happy to be able to at least see him. But starting at about 3am, he decided that he couldn't sleep unless one of my breasts was in his mouth at all times. I don't know if it's related to my being gone last night, but I hope so, because I can't take too many nights of that. It would be one thing if I had long floppy dugs that I could just sling over to him on demand instead of tiny compact ones that necessitate much contortion on my part. My neck is stiff and I'm feeling groggy.
An another subject, you know what there should be a word for? You know how when you have to pee for a really long time but don't, and then finally you go, and for about a half hour after you go your bladder feels all happy to be empty? It's more than relief. There should be a word for that happy-empty-bladder-feeling.