I have not been tracking the accounts on online banking as closely the last few weeks because I’ve been busy with baby. (I usually watch meticulously for every autopay to pull just because I’m paranoid.) Now I’m regretting my lack of usual pickiness.

I pulled this month’s power bill and discovered that last month’s autopay did not pull. That explains why I got notification of a twice-the-usual size bill in my email. But it doesn’t explain why the autopay didn’t work. The power company apparently cannot tell me either. I waited on hold for 20 minutes to hear an explanation for what happened. The answer: the autopayment rule disappeared. It was cancelled. They cannot tell me why. There is no audit trail for the autopay rule.

I’m grumpy at the power company and their impossible-to-navigate webpay system, not to mention the fact that I now have to pay a late payment charge. OK, so it’s 14 cents. I can still be grumpy about my $.14. Pacific Power: your website is mega-lame.

If you cannot tell, I hate being late. On anything. I nearly threw a tantrum when the spouse did not return my library book a week ago and I got a late fee. (He had promised he would return it, but we were running late that morning, so he chose to get to work on time instead. It was perfectly logical on his part.) Like I said, I’m obsessive about not being late.

Waiting for me when I returned home after the mega-grocery shopping trip (not quite to Costco levels, but still quite a trip) was a package. This was not just any package, dear readers, it was my newest cloth diaper order. I was very good and waited to open it until after dinner, baby’s bath and her bedtime routine. But then I ripped it open to check out her new clementine and moonbeam pocket diapers as well as her new larger size prefolds and her supersized hemp inserts. Still to arrive is her butternut pocket. Then she will be officially ready to run around in just her diaper this summer?and still be fashionable.

In other news, our Angel Care monitor has gone off about four times in the last 30 minutes. Which means it believes Veronica is not breathing. We dutifully half run to the nursery where she is (thank goodness) asleep in her crib. She’s still breathing. She’s practically snoring. I have no idea why the monitor insists on thinking the baby is no longer breathing, but running for the other room every 10 minutes is getting annoying.

The baby, she is awesome. I am very happy it’s the weekend and I don’t have to leave her tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.

Of course, he scorns the social networking (facebook) but he’s OK with reading the latest word from his co-workers (why?). He joined LinkedIn.

I find it much easier to spend money now. Every time I go to the store, I wander through the baby section. Tonight’s impulse purchase: new binkies. I couldn’t resist: they were purple. That also made my subsequent purchase much easier. I spent only one minute dithering over which work socks to buy. Usually, I stare at the seemingly endless options for at least 10 minutes before just picking the cheapest ones. (I didn’t even check to see if the ones I picked were the cheapest, but they ended up being on sale, so I don’t feel guilty.)

Seen today on the Blue Mountain Mallsore: D-FUNCT. I can even live with the spelling issue; I consider it artistic license.

Today, Veronica turned one quarter of a year old. To celebrate, we headed to grandma and grandpa J.’s across town to visit her cousins, B, B, and A. Then, auntie Holly W. and auntie Margo came to visit for a bit. To finish off the day, V got an extra long bath. And I cleared out the last few 0-3 month items of clothing in her wardrobe.?

The spouse returned late this evening, so we’ll have to wait for another evening to weigh her for her 3-month weight, but I swear that at the rate she’s been eating, she’s going to gain another pound in no time. Either she’s working really hard to overcome the RSV and needs extra calories or she’s hit another growth spurt.

My brain is tired and I have work in the morning, both of which will come far too soon for my liking, so I’m off to bed. Will try to post pictures soon.

Did I mention the spouse went to Fry’s while he was in the big city? He came home with a few extra electronics bits. But he also brought me home Caramel Arnott’s and an assortment of McVities (shortbread, caramel and dark chocolate), so I’ve forgiven him for the gadgetry.

Today was the first day back to work. Over 2,300 emails greeted me. Actually, my computer in a totally different office, greeted me. But none of my stuff that I’d boxed up so that it would be ready to move while I was gone on leave. So much for the prep work. A couple of my co-workers volunteered to help me move stuff over, but there really wasn’t much so two of us accomplished it pretty quickly.?

And then I sorted email. All day. By this afternoon, I was so bored of installing Windows patches and organizing my email that I asked around to see if anyone else had work sitting around. And then the afternoon passed much more quickly. Overall, not a particularly good day, what with the nose blowing every five minutes and the sinus headache, but my sore throat is pretty much gone, which is the part of a cold I hate the most. Only two more days until the weekend. And I firmly hope that neither of those days involve snow, like today. It’s April; what is this white stuff that keeps falling from the sky? If it’s not pollen or flower petals, I don’t want to see it.

Veronica is feeling better, though still coughing and sleeping more. She’s been getting her daddy up every two hours at night so she can eat; during the day she’s been eating every hour. I think she’s trying to make up for the couple of days when her appetite was at about half. She’s still not entirely sure about nursing again. Had to switch her to expressed milk when her appetite was low because she wasn’t getting any hindmilk and while she’s up for playing more now, she’s still not sure she’s up for working at eating. We’ll give her a couple more days before I get grumpy about not getting to nurse her.?

Conclusion: I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. And I still don’t play office politics well. Blech.