Let me go get a popsicle. Right now.

Make that ret now.

This morning, I was talking to my mom. We were talking about things that I’ve been exploring in terms of education and business and all of those sorts of things. How I’m faced with the very real possibility/opportunity to return to the realm of corporate mind games and how I’m really concerned about being there for the kids once things get moving.
She said that I was always taking care of everyone else, but I need to take care of myself. For the past year or so I have been taking better care of myself, much better actually, but I just don’t want to be tuned out and unavailable because I’m “workin for the man every night and day.” I know that lots of women work fifty million hours and still do the snack mommy thing at school. Kudos to them. Really. I just don’t want to be struggling with guilt and not being there and all of that stuff. I have to feel right about the next move. Nobody can live my life but me.

In other news…
Talked to the insurance company today. You know, the one that represents the hotel where Little A’s foot was broken? Yeah, them. I tried to include other information about damages (the fact that our vacation was effectively ended, the fact that we had to drive home two hours, etc.) and she tries to tell me that my “choice” of treatment led me to drive home. I hope she understands that I’m keeping all of the notes from my dealings with her and will waste no time launching a complaint against the insurance company if I have to, you know, in addition to the hotel chain. Standing on the rocks. Standing on the rocks. LOL.