Blather

I ended up skipping out on Book Club. I wish I hadn't, though, because I could have used some time out of the house. But ehh, there are lots of times to get out of the house, I suppose. Every time I start talking I get that weird tickle in my throat and I'd rather not if I can afford it. It's a shame, though, because I really liked the book and from what I hear, no one else liked it but me and Grace. I feel like I should have had Grace's back.

I am so not ready to go back to work tomorrow. I feel like I didn't have much of a weekend due to being sick, and I'm still at that weird stage where I feel pretty good but get tired really quickly. How will I run a toddler playgroup, then a home visit with twins, then an assessment with the huge kid (who is also a biter) in my playgroup? I'm tired already just thinking about it.

I got a really nice e-mail from a lovely woman who I did not know read my little journal. (Hi, Jenny!) So sweet. When I wake up a little more, I'll write back. Aah, the internet and babymaking - keeping neurotic women in touch. I am thankful!