Tired girl is tired.
I was posessed by a freakish urge to purge things from the spare/Princess/junk room on Sunday. It was very hot and sweaty work and as a result I could barely move yesterday and the room is still a huge mess. Argh. I'd do some of it now but I'm hot and tired and have to leave for work in less than an hour.
I love these people I work for, I really do. Also, their house is an easy(ish) walk or ride away and getting home by bike takes about five minutes (it's all downhill or flat). However... as much as I like them a two hour gig is sort of a pain -- especially after playgroup.
The playgroup is being threatened. A new member of the Church offered the space to a daycare without checking things out with our Administrator (aka Mom). We're in a financial ebb so the Board is looking at revenue sources. The daycare in question is one that friends use (awkward!) and is a good fit as far as their ideals and stuff go. Too bad no one designed the Church with a full-time daycare in mind -- it's hard enough using the space for playgroup or Sunday school. Still, it looks like there are people *seriously* interested in making this work. Joy. REALLY wish I had a space of my own to move to if needs be.
Day 9 of 14. Surely by now the neon "Pregnant" sign would be flashing over my head? God I hate the wait.
Money is tight. We're waiting on a LARGE reimbursement from our health insurance but after nearly three weeks it's starting to look like they lost it. Again.
At least Th'Boy and I can run away to the CIRQUE(!!!!) tonight. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
M.