Friday, March 14

This morning, in the chaos of getting out the door, Lucia asked if I was going into the office today. (She gets very impatient on the days when I go into the office, when Andrew stops at the light at the corner of Forbes and Morewood to let me out by campus before continuing on to school for the girls' drop-off.) I had to just pause and say, "Lucia, do I LOOK like I'm going into the office today?" I was wearing old leggings, a t-shirt with no bra, a flannel shirt over that, with my hair in a turban. This was clearly a barely-working-from-home outfit. This was a camera-off-if-a-meeting-pops-up-on-my-calendar outfit. Lucia gave me a once-over, shrugged, and said, "I just thought you were trying something new." This child is too much. 

Today was a long and tired day. I worked, but barely. I picked Greta up at school and took her to a hair appointment, my only time out of the house today. And I was absolutely starving all day--had a huge lunch and a huge dinner. The girls and I watched a few episodes of Lost. I just took two Tylenol PMs. I just need some sleep. 

These are the hardest days. By Sunday I'll be feeling better. Just need to rest for this weekend.