Spacey

I cannot seem to concentrate on anything today- it has been one long petite-mal seizure, so to speak. I have so much on my mind, so much to do, and so many offensive personalities to deal with (ah, office joys!) I can barely remain coherent. Very frustrating.

And the next few days are going to be a blur of work, working out, shopping (not the fun kind,) and preparing for this coming week end. Steve has to work Saturday 5-11, so we weren't even going to plan to see each other- until I decided I would high-tail it over to S-field with the kids (it IS Mother's Day week-end, after all.) They are pretty excited to stay two nights in their new home and meet all the neighborhood kids, and if all goes as planned, they will also be getting their new bikes to ride. Then, of course, Steve asked if I wanted to bring Abby, as well- and why not? So, if Sasquatch agrees, I will be taking a lovely 2-hour trip with five kids Friday.

What was I thinking?

Anyway, I guess all will be well; I just have to find a way to keep them entertained on the way.

Prozac, anyone?