In six days, I take my CPS Exam. I'm very nervous about passing it.
I don't know how I feel about my job.
I don't know how I feel about going back to school to finish my Webmaster's Certificate.
Our boy is upstairs crying because he wants me to change his clothes. We're toilet-training him. He is virtually toilet-trained at school. At home, he would rather pee his pants and have me clean him up. It's 10am, and I've already done that four times for him this morning. If this keeps up, I'll forget the underwear and let the boy go commando until he gets the hang of it. I can only do so many loads of laundry in a day.
In two hours, I'm leaving here to attend a "Lingerie Bachlorette Party" for my dear friend, Heather. Before then, I have to wrap her present, make myself presentable, and make sure there are enough pairs of underwear for Buddy.
I may or may not make time to clean the kitchen floor.
After the shower, I'll cruise by the grocery store on the way home.
I'm looking forward to the break from toilet-training for a few hours.
I'm also looking forward to the exam being over in six days. After that, I can resume my focus on the things I really want to do.