I got a stupid B on my test that I swore I had an A on. I missed it by two points. And they were stupid errors. I almost cried over the stupid B. And the stupid boy in my group, that I really can't stand (that is so mean) got an A. And he didn't even know the essay answers. He BSd and got an A. Grrrrr. I got an A on the paper that I expected the F! I got a 49/50. How in the world did I pull that off? I seriously felt that it was the worst paper ever. Obviously, the prof liked it! And that's what counts, right? I want to be one of those wives that gets up with their husbands to make their lunch and cook them breakfast before they go to work--but my body refuses to move before 6 a.m. I just can't do it. I feel even more exhausted when I wake up than I did when I went to bed. What gives? I really need to get a part time job. Really, really. I haven't been to the gym in about two weeks. Working on our marriage has become more important and me spending all evening, every evening in the sweat box doesn't help. Maybe I'll go today. Maybe. My tan is fading and I want to crysob. I cried my eyes out when I dropped Kage off at the new day care yesterday. But she did fabulous. And I'm pretty sure I love this new lady. She called my daughter perfect 4 times. And yes, I counted. I feel like I'm torn between what I am and what I want to be. Make sense? Not to me either. It would make me so super happy to give-away this book to you. So go and sign-up, because it's my new guide and I think that all women should read it. It's ah-mazing.