Thursday, July 28, 2005
Still Alive
The worst of hell week is over. I'm exhausted mentally and physically and feeling a bit shell-shocked at this very moment. But tomorrow is a new day, pay day no less.

Emma did fine at her Grandma's all day today. We toted up the stroller, which was meant to double as a high chair, and her pack and play. Grandma reported the only outburst was when daddy stopped by for a few minutes looking for some Anbesol. Emma wanted to go with him. She said she cried for about three minutes and then moved on. When I went to pick her up I couldn't leave her sight or she'd get hysterical. Oh well. It seems she's much more demanding of me than anyone else. I suspect it will always be that way.