Tuesday, November 15, 2005
The babe has a cold. Barks like a seal. Sounds like he's choking. It shakes me. Not sleeping well. Starting to teeth on top of it all. Feel sorry for him. Sorry for myself. Work is knocking. More and more e-mails are coming, telephone calls; when are you coming back, can you do this can you do that, how do you do this? I am meeting with a babysitter this week. Not looking forward to it. I am away on a conference for some of next week; on the other coast. Not looking forward to it. I hate change, but once the change occurs, I get settled. Comfortable, then have to change again. Shopping for Christmas has begun; lots of things finished, but still lots more to do. Why is everything so expensive. I think there's a lot to go around, and then there is none.
I have a mixer going round in my head right now. Spin spin spin. Faster and faster. The thoughts are getting folded, like batter. Little bit of this, dash of that, add a drop of sunshine and a dozen roses too.
Look this way, turn there, no over here, do this, no I'll do that....stop.
The 4 year old has made his letter to Santa; no surprises except one; a Dora Talking House; where am I going to find one now...hoping that Toys R Us still has one, but can't get out with a sick babe.
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11:49 AM
hope the little one gets better- mine woke up with that barking cough too this morning- steamed baths are good for that- oh these mommy moments!