Today should have fun. We went to New Orleans to eat lunch with 'Chelle and Britt (and it was nice to see Britt) and then to a family birthday party. But I think we had too much planned. I am exhausted, and moody, and it's Sunday. Actually, Rach called and I was so tired and overwhelmed that I almost just let it go to voicemail. But you don't let an 8-month preggie lady go to voicemail, just in case it's "the call," so I answered. But no, I couldn't hang out, again, because we are quite simply overbooked. You should see my schedule. It's crazy. Working, keeping Ander involved in some social life, and having me time (yah, right) is impossible.
Sigh.
I just want a day of lying around the house eating bons bons. I don't particularly like bons bons, but I'd make the sacrifice for a day of rest.
Etcetera.
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