Yeah, just checking in again to say nothing's new. The clock on my computer says 1:37 a.m., Tuesday, which means it's been three weeks and I still haven't done any laundry.
Dirty clothes, dirty house, lots of Sammy Davis Jr.'s "What Now My Love?" going on. Getting more sleep, but only because my body has revolted against me by sentencing me to a cold. Have started having panic attacks. Those are fun.
School's gone to hell in a handbasket. Haven't been to class in four weeks, due to Maddie and I trading illnesses every week. She has strep, I have some kind of cold that feels like a vice around my lungs.
Positive things I should feel good about:
1. Maddie told me today that she loves me, without me saying it first. And that's a first.
2. She also said, "You're so cute, Mommy," which was appreciated, but taken with a grain of salt, because in reality, I'm actually quite pathetic right now.
3. David Treater is apparently still interested in singing "Making Love (Out of Nothing At All)" by Air Supply with me for the upcoming Kellys' show.
4. I may be spinning records with Andy soon, thereby allowing myself to vent my frustrations and anguish via subjecting everyone else to Engelbert Humperdinck, fat 70s jumpsuit Elvis, Sammy, Etta James, Billie Holiday, Junior Kimbrough, etc.
Saving the best for last.....
5. Tracey is currently 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced, which means I should have a new niece sometime in the next week. So looking forward to that phone call. Babies good. Can't wait for little Ava to come into the world! XOOXOXOXOX to Trace, Jay, and Julibean.
Bedtime.
Posted by stephanie at December 9, 2003 01:11 AM