The 304 page big yearbook is DONE, done, done. Now we just have 32 black and white spring pages. I have a life again. Woo Hoo, Woo Hoo, Woo Hoo!!!
I’m giving this two more years. If the super stress doesn’t get better, I’m going to have to make some tough choices. It’ll kill me, but I can’t continue working these hours if I’m ever going to write.
DD’s boyfriend got her the best b-day present ever: tickets to see the Rangers vs. Red Sox tomorrow. Home plate tickets. I can’t compete. I can’t even get close. But I did give birth. I hope she remembers that little tidbit tomorrow.