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January 31, 2005

The run down before I go to bed.

5 A Day Goal: Done. Peas & carrots, pear, watermelon, tomato, broccoli.

Physically: Coughing still, drained, and not enough rest.

Mentally: Wiped out. Don't want to think about meeting anyone's needs but mine and Julia's. Even Paul can just fend for himself for a few days. I need to recharge.

Emotionally: Fragile. Julia's birthday left me completely shattered. While I'm happy she seemed to have a nice time, I really hate having to field all the family hoo hah alone. I'm pretty fed up with other people undermining me, second guessing me or backseat parenting. Bleah.

So I'm not great, but I'm hanging in there.