Ah, but are you working? Or getting ready for work? They just canceled school for the day, so my only plans for the day now consist of trying to free my car again... sometime. And given that I got four out of five schooldays off last week, I'm almost out of things to do with my free time.

Well, I mean, I could clean, but...

eta: or practice my Italian...

eata: or my Arabic...

eomtta: or proofread the incredibly boring book for my mother... Um, maybe I do have things to do. But I don't want to, is what I'm saying.

Good morning, Emily. Awake for some time. Already drove the kids to school and did some work stuff. This staying up late and getting up early is not the best plan.

This staying up late and getting up early is not the best plan.

This is what I've been telling my brain for going on twenty years now. It's not working.

I take it Florida isn't snowed in, then? That's good to know.

I've been at work for almost an hour now. Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.

It's cold! I could see my breath and everything. Didn't go so far as to put on shoes, but I did wear a sweater. Drove DH's truck because I need gas and his diesel wasn't happy with the cold either. It's 47! It's like Winter or something. (won't last)

Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.

Well, yeah. Party. Essence of stress! Also, I bet there were children.

It's 47! It's like Winter or something.

That is nasty! Well, for Florida. Everything's relative.

The thing is, in therapy the week before, I was freaking out about seeing my family, and afterwords, I was all stressed out and hardly slept last night, but during the visit I was perfectly calm, and even less avoidy than usual. It's surreal, and probably not very healthy for me mentally.

Also: my youngest niece got to pick her own colors for her bedroom: [link]

Great bedroom colors! I loved picking my colors for my room when I was a kid. Well, I still enjoy it.

Sorry about the stress, but being calm and not avoidy during the actual visit sounds good.

Why is it guys always think they're a catch? Not that all guys are as blind as that one, but I've pretty well convinced myself that my liabilities make me fairly undatable...how did Druggy McDrunkerson not have the same self-talk running through his head? Except that most guys think they're okay when they're not. (Also, maybe I don't give myself enough credit. But, okay, nobody is lining up to get this.)

I lurv the bedroom. Signed, she who insists on less-than-matching sheets.

ION.

I'm invited to an Alice in Wonderland themed party for Purim! Yay!

And shit - I need a costume!