A Woman's Work Is Never Done

Last night I worked until midnight uploading 3 web pages to the sever for my Web Design Class. I have this problem--I think web pages for assignments should look like magazine pages. It--more often than not--doesn't work out, but I try.

I finally decide I have had enough and head to the living room, exhausted.
Since I am one that has hot flashes to the point of wanting to shave my head, I gulp down two large glasses of water, trying to unwind.
I fall into bed at 12:30 a.m.

I awake at about 2:00 a.m. because JB is handing me the phone. He's doing his midnight snacking routine and the phone rings with the eldest daughter, Miss Jessica.

Bear in mind, my brain is FRIED. .. and I have been in the bed an hour and a half.

Turns out, her power has been off for an hour and there are tornado warnings in her area. She apologizes for waking me, but is getting claustrophobic hiding out in her bathroom and would like a radar update.

I apologize for being so incoherent and stumble to the computer. I pull up the radar and the storm tracking and tell her she is in the clear.

Bless her heart, she's had the light of her cell phone for an hour--in the bathroom with her cat.

I really can't wait until she is here with me... out of tornado alley.

Today has not been a good day. I am traveling on little sleep and too much pressure. My eyes have leaked at various points throughout the day, uncontrollably.

I call Momo to tell her of this rubberband that has enveloped my head.

She laughs, knowingly--almost hysterically.

I guess that's a sign that this is normal. And this too, shall pass.