And because I don't want to subject anyone to my whinging...
It's been a stressful day or two. Yesterday, very little ended up getting done, culminating in a minor emergency when Alicia slammed Alex's hand in the playroom door and we spent the next half hour dealing with two hysterical children. We thought that his pinky might've been broken, but it's not, just horribly swollen and bruised. Poor little guy.
So, I was going to unwind today with a little shopping that needed to be done, except that's not happening either. It's raining outside---again---and have I mentioned how sick I am of this godawful weather? My plans had all encompassed me being away for the day, so now I'm unsure what I'm going to do with my time. I'm feeling very blah and unproductive, leftovers of my rather vivid bad dreams last night. I think part of it is because I'm feeling horribly inadequate regarding Spuffy since reading the_royal_anna's brilliant post about them last night (and if you haven't read it, you really should). I'm not abandoning ship, not in the slightest; I'm just in a questioning kind of place at the moment where I wonder if I'm really doing them justice or if I'm merely paying lipservice.
On the plus side, I'm down half a stone in 2 weeks, so the reorganization I put into place for my health is working. And I didn't crash after getting off the treadmill last night. :)
Stupid hormones. I'm going to blame my mood on them. They've been fairly blame-free lately; I think it's their turn for a little recrimination.