One of the things I really like about living here is that for the most part, the public transit system is timely. Not today - when I had to be somewhere on time, of course.

We live in Oakland, and I commute daily into San Francisco for work. Matthew had a doctor’s appointment today, and the timing was such that I had to take M in instead of Josh (who works from home). The painful irony is that M’s doctor’s place is 2 blocks away from home!

First, BART was delayed. Then the bus I hopped to go pick up M from daycare had an incompetent driver who got the gate caught on a pole on a street and took her sweet time getting assistance (which all she had to do was lift it sharply, but she was really not even giving a hoot. Anyway, I finally got Matthew from daycare (and while he was happy at first to see me, as soon as I put him in his stroller and started hightailing it for another bus to get to the doctor’s, he was wailing and sobbing. Good to see you too, Matthew!

M’s appointment was at 2pm, except apparently they tried calling and telling me it was at 1:30pm. Oops. Not like I got there at 2pm on the dot anyway! Then they misspelled Matthew’s name (forgot the H. How do you forget the H in Matthew?), and we didn’t even see a doctor until 3:00! Matthew at one point fell asleep, because with the timing of me having to go fetch him from daycare, he didn’t even get a nap today. We didn’t leave the doctor’s until 4pm, after much poking and prodding and me telling the doctor, “Yes, he’s 30 lbs., no he’s not overweight.” In the doctor’s defense, she asked if any other doctors were ever concerned, and they weren’t - well, except my doctor, because he’s so heavy he strained one of my muscles.

I put together Matthew’s new crib and it looks stylin’. Here’s hoping Matthew has some good sleep in it, because he’s been sleeping for crap lately and it is driving all of us absolutely insane.