I'm having a lot of trouble getting motivated to move this morning. I had a horrid dream in which Avi casually asked for a divorce and couldn't understand why I was so upset. I woke up with a head/neck ache of massive proportions and I just feel bleh.
Speech therapist comes today (which is good), then I have to shlep both kids over to my in-laws because niece Lilah is still here and I said we'd take them to a museum. Of course, when I promised that, I didn't realize it was going to be stormy all day. Yay.
Note to self: Check if Beach Dr. is flooded before you drive to Bethesda.
Other note to self: Remember to drop paperwork off at the shul before it gets lost or scribbled on in crayon.
Ugh. Just ugh. I need to get off my ass and pack the backpack with diapers and wipes and umbrellas and snacks, so we can get going as soon as the speech therapist leaves. Yup, I'm going now. Uh-huh. I'm moving. Maybe. Possibly. Potentially.
I mean, I could jump into action at any moment.
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