Who's a rockstar? A very caffeinated rockstar?

It's ME!


Or not.....

Sometimes, I am so bizarre that I amaze even me.

Okay- first of all, I made it. I made it through the stupid week. I made it through the stupid review, and it went just absolutely the way I thought it would. It's fine. I'm going back to the office. The guilt over "abandoning" my kids is huge, but I'm not planning on being away from them for more than a few months. My boss is very good at his job. Things are starting to fall right into place.

Maybe you thought you'd get a book on it? heheheh
I thought so too.
Ever have someone say to you "The way that I *need* to act in no way reflects how I feel about you?" I got it 2 times today, isn't that funny? NOT FUNNY. One time was comforting, the other made me cry. That is so interesting, that 2 people can say essentially the same thing, and be so different. But in a way, it's the same. I'm cared about and I know that. And everything is going to be perfectly okay.

I've got my work cut out for me.

I get to see my nephew tonight. Nick. I got to watch him be born 10 years ago Monday. I was there when his father should have been there, but wasn't allowed to be, by the mom. I'll always feel a little guilty about that, for Brian. He should have been there, but me NOT being there wouldn't have made her let him watch. And it was life changing for me, it really was. I never saw life quite the same after seeing a body do that. That was after my miscarriages and before my kids and Heidi blessed me in a way she'll never know, letting me be a part of that.

I'm going to go to the pizza party. I am going to focus. I don't know why I feel like I have a big cry on the inside, waiting to come out. We'll find out later if it's going to still need to.

Once a whackjob, always a whackjob.