I Can Barely Keep My Eyes Open

1.  It feels like I have a newborn again.  For some reason, Carolyn decided that last night we should pull an all nighter.  She was up literally every 45 minutes starting at 1:30.  I think she's figured out the higher-pitched her scream, the faster I react.  At 1:30 and 2:15, it sounded like someone was cutting her fingers off with a vice grip.  When I got in there, she started to coo and smile.  By 3:30, I stopped moving at all and let her cry herself to sleep.  When 4:15 rolled around, I almost hit Husband while screaming, "It's your bloody turn!  Go get your daughter!"  Naturally, when she woke up for her bottle at 5:30, she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to finish it.  She was still asleep when I left for work at 7:30.

2.  The Tummy Toucher found out this morning that I'm leaving.  She stood by my desk waiting for me to notice her with her bottom lip pushed out in mock sadness.  I just let her stand there like that for over five minutes while I pretended to be busy.  When I finally looked up, she ran around the desk and as predicted, tried to hug me.  Oh, and guess what else?  Kiss me on the cheek.  Blech.  It felt just like the kiss I shared with Jesse B. when I was three-years-old - squishy and yucky.  When she asked me where I was going to be working now, I lied.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell.

3.  Husband and I combined efforts yesterday to make the most delicious catfish sandwich I've ever tasted.  It was so fancy, the sauce even had capers in it.  And scallions.  Ok, so fine, I know that scallions and green onions are the same thing, but scallions sounds so much more classy.

4.  I made bread this weekend for the first time in months and months.  I have this problem wherein I can never make a perfect loaf.  But, even though its never pretty, it usually tastes pretty good.  With butter.  And raspberry jam.  Now if only I had someone to make me some strawberry freezer jam...

5.  The massage thing may or may not be going well.  I had three on Saturday and was pretty excited about it.  Until, that is, the owner of the place came to me saying he'd been inspected by the state and that he may or may not have the proper licensing to have a massage therapist.  I'm not really worried about it because there are other places I can work, but all I could think was, "SERIOUSLY??"  Anyway, I'm going to be calling the state board some time this week to get the low-down.