March 1 06

y’all are too sweet. i got an amazing amount of emails and phone calls from people to make sure i was okay. (mind you, not one of these phone calls or emails was from family members…but that’s a story for another day…) it really meant a lot to me. and i’m 100% okay. I was just really having a BAD day. it just all kind of fell on me all at once. and it sucked.

but it’s over. and i’m fine. i’m nervous about my two interviews and i’m hoping one of them turns into a job. but, if it doesn’t, it’s not the end of the world. i’m a highly capable person. and i will live without my nanny for a little while. it’s not the end of the world. i don’t, however, know how i’ll fit 5 kids in 4 carseats…but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Isabella enjoyed the rice cereal on day #1. on all subsequent days…not so much. at first she took it, but didn’t like it. by yesterday, she was having no part of the cereal. at all. and the feeding session turned into a screaming session and a weak-kneed mommy stammering, “okay…isabella…whatever you want…you never have to eat food again….just stop crying…please!” i’m so weak. Sharon told me to try barley. and guess what? it’s like she’s a new kid. she ate every last spoonful and probably would have eaten more if i’d allowed it. and she slept an extra hour this morning. probably coincidental…but i’m loving the the barley.

went to the gym this morning. had the pleasure of working out right beside Jessica Alba. just my luck. can we say….intimidating, much? oooh…but as i was walking out, passed a smoking hot Isaiah Washington, so all was forgiven. when i got to the parking lot, however, i got peeved as hell. i’d say 95% of the cars in the lot are expensive and sporty (think: small). just my luck, i had the only other minivan in the lot come and park right next to me. that i couldn’t even get in my car. i had to crawl in from the passenger side. let me tell you how much fun that was. it took me about 20 minutes to pull my car out without hitting the other car. i was tempted to leave a nasty note, but a cayenne was waiting for my spot. and you don’t piss off the porsche.


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