Which basket?

I know I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning...I'm an emotional basketcase again.  But I figured I was in trouble when my first thought upon waking is, "Oh boy it's really gonna suck to have to get up tomorrow morning for work."  Ugh!

Anyway, I think today I hit my limit with everything.  I am thoroughly exhausted from the past 5 days...packing, moving, unpacking, excitement, new things, new places, Easter.  It all came crashing down on my body this morning and I don't want to move a bone, muscle, not even blink anymore.  I'm beat and I feel like I'm getting sick all over again. 

Well, I was supposed to go get a massage today with one of the gift certificates I had gotten for my birthday last year.  I called to schedule it and the place had no massage therapists in today....um, the name of the place has the word "massage" in it!!!!  Needless to say, I was pretty pissed.  So the certificates (I have 2) will sit there for another couple of months.  When am I going to go when I have the kid all the time?  (Or when I have off of work?)  I can't bring her along, leave her out in the waiting room for an hour and be expected to relax.  And like that's really fair anyway?  Some of the simpliest things sometimes seem impossible, (okay, well here I go being a drama queen again).

So since there was no massage today I decided to go see a movie.  It was a toss up between Why Did I Get Married Too? and Last Song.  I chose Last Song because I heard the broadcasters talking on the radio the other day.  Holy drama!  I should use what little common sense I have when I'm feeling a bit emotional and really learn to choose the comedy.  It was so depressing.  Not to mention that the dad has cancer in the movie - a bit of a slight bite to my nerves and my upcoming 6 month tests & final (hopefully) shot.  Perhaps I should do a bit more research on the movies I choose before going.  Had I have known the cancer bit, I would have passed.

On my way out to the movie I checked out the backyard.  I've come to find out I have my own forest preserve back there...a gazillion squirrels, birds, bird nests and two ducks.  Yesterday I couldn't figure out why the birds hadn't touched the bird feeder I hung...but then I caught this little bastard in the picture and figured it out.  Apparently the squirrel is half monkey as well.



No postcards for me today.  The kid got one from Japan.  She also received one back from the guy she sent one to in Oklahoma.  She had asked him if there were a lot of horses down there because she wants to be a cowgirl (I know, right?)...so he sent her back a postcard of horses.  That was really sweet, I thought. 

I can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow.  I am dreading it.  If only I were independently wealthy....a girl can dream.
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Today I am grateful that my daughter has adjusted well to the move, that the kid finally received some postcards, and for having today off.