TGIF!

It's Friday! Thank God! I'm so ready for the weekend that it's not even funny. And the best part of this weekend is - it's a 3 day weekend! Although not for Garry; he has to work tomorrow doing an orientation. Sucks.

Scooter is really having a difficult time with sleep these days. He's not napping well at daycare, not sleeping well at night, waking up screaming and hysterical. Again, I think it's related to my return to full-time work, and I'm concerned because he's not getting any better with the adjustment. It's been close to 3 weeks since I went back to work, and we're still battling the anxiety and sleep issues, and still seeing aggression directed at me on occasion. Hopefully it will improve soon.

Speaking of work, I think I going to approach my boss next week sometime about possibly going part-time. I think it would be best for my family, and if I can work something out to be part-time here, while I'm not thrilled with the idea, it's less adjustment for the entire family at this point if I just stay here. Plus, the money is good ;-) I'm also going to post my resume on Careerbuilder, just to see what might come out of that. Who knows? I might get lucky with the perfect job.

And school... I need to get my butt in gear and get application materials for all three schools here in town. I need to get transcripts and all that jazz taken care of, so I can finally finish this stupid degree that I've got so much time invested in. Hopefully it won't take me too long, especially if I can manage to pull off full-time school. I'm desperate to finally be done and be able to say yep, I've got a degree! Of course, then I'll probably just jump into grad school.

I'm having baby fever again already. I told Garry and he looked at me like I was completely insane. I'm not sure that I'm not insane; when I'm being rational about the idea, I KNOW there's no way I can handle 3 under 3, let alone afford it. But it's hard to be rational sometimes, when I talk to friends who are pregnant and start missing being pregnant. I can admit it - I absolutely LOVE being pregnant. I complain about it when I am, but I do love it. I love my body when I'm pregnant, I love feeling movement, love just knowing that there's a little person growing inside me. I know, I'm nuts.