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June 06, 2005

Man. It's going to take a few days to get all caught up post-vacation. Not thrilled about that. I have a monster headache. Blah. I kid you not -- this whole manage-the-house-care-for-the-kid obstacle is going to be my biggest training problem this year.

I love her but I felt like if I heard a piping little voice go "Mami! Mami!" one more time I was going to scream. To her, I'm all smiles and enless patience. To myself, in the privacy of my own head, I think things like" God, no! Not another freakin' dog!"

(Julia thinks all non-bird animals are dogs, and she feels the need to inform me of their whereabouts at every turn. Given the amount of actual living dogs in the neighborhood, stuffed animals, puzzles, picture books, kiddie clothing, and other nursery paraphanalia, there is no shortage of "dogs" of all kinds around here. Ack.)

Paul got the bank done, and I got the groceries done. Front lawn is done. Called church for volunteer junk so that's done. Called my parents. Done.

Nice thing about groceries was taking a peek at my blood pressure -- 122/67. Rock solid. And I manage to food log AND stick to 2000 calories. Now to just cook ahead for the week...

Never made it to the back lawn so tomorrow that's on my list. Laundry, washing the car, bills, mail, general cleaning, cooking, gym membership -- all on the list.