Classes

So far, we've had some very mixed feelings on our childcare/childbirth classes. The info has been welcome, but the teachers have been problematic. Yesterday's five hour class on childcare and feeding was taught by a crunchy granola doula who had a lot of useful advice, and some biases I wasn't crazy about. That wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been so unfocused and disorganized that the class ran forty-five minutes overtime. It was a gruelingly long day to begin with, and the unexpected additional 45 minutes did not help. Half an hour after the class was supposed to end, almost everyone started trickling out to the bathroom. (Seriously, room full of pregnant women.) There was a lot of eyerolling in the hallway.

The problem was, the thing I most wanted to know about was breastfeeding and pumping. I've diapered babies, I figured I could work out bathing, and so on. Breastfeeding is something I have no experience with and am frankly a little intimidated by. And that was what was last--when we were exhausted and impatient and no longer absorbing information, and then running late. (I was supposed to be in Greenwich Village at 5. Kind of a problem when it's 4:40 and the class is still going.) I had questions about pumps that I wanted to ask that I couldn't even remember at that point even if I had time to ask them. Really frustrating.

So after we finally were released, I rushed off to writing group. Came home. Didn't want dinner. Forced down some soup. I'd planned to decorate the tree, take a picture with my copy of Substitution Cipher that just came in, other exciting things. No enthusiasm whatsoever. I lay down at 8:00 for a few minutes. Woke up at 9:30. Had a cookie, got ready for bed, and went back by 10:15. Didn't get up until 8 this morning. Oof. Apparently I needed a lot of sleep...

He's a hobbit. He's a dragon. They solve crimes.

So on Tumblr someone said they couldn't watch The Hobbit this weekend and pleading for no one to spoil it. Which of course is then followed by increasingly ridiculous and random spoilers, leading with "Dumbledore dies!" and going from there. The last one in the series I saw, though, was "Smaug and Bilbo live together in a flat and solve crimes".

...is this a thing can this be a thing??? I kind of love Smaug (is he really so very different than the book version of Thorin?), and I love the Smaug/Bilbo dialogue at the end of the book. The idea of Smaug and Bilbo hanging out together (what? it's not like they'd compete at all--Bilbo doesn't care about gold, really, and Smaug is unlikely to object to elevensies) and having wacky banter and solving crimes is awesome. I would totally read the heck out of that.

(Chuckro's trying to convince me to write it. I've got enough of my own original fiction I'm trying to write for sales floating around in my head, I don't need another time suck. But, still...)