9:29 p.m.||||2002-07-22
Please go back a day to view adoreable pictures of my son, who had a terrible first day in daycare today. Apparently he wept all day, and was utterly confused by the turn of events, although he did eat three square meals. It really breaks my heart, my little social butterfly was miserable for EIGHT hours, more or less. Dave's mom is on vacation this week and is going to pick him up early for the rest of it so he can adjust more moderately.
Today she offered to let Dave and I move in for a while to save money for a real appartment - more on this as it develops.
My new job consists of opening mail and sorting it into many differently configured piles. I found out I can wear jeans and flipflops, possibly bring a walkman, so I can hang, dig?
Will all of you who believe in it say a tiny prayer (/do a tiny meditation, whatever floats your boat) that my class doesn't get cancelled a second time? Thanks.