A poem:

I made a box of mac and cheese
but no one is here to eat it with me.


Sitting all day in front of a computer makes me feel silly. I have been working on project ALL DAY!! Bryan has been at work. This wouldn't be so hard except for that I'm all alone and things get strange after a while. I've played about 7 cds and chatted online and texted friends to keep myself company.

I go through these strange bouts of perfectionism and then I realize its silly and become more relaxed. I frown at the kids at work not being perfect, and Patty helps me realize kids aren't perfect and when to get fussy over behavior. I frown at myself for not being perfect, and unfortunately (which I hate always spelling wrong) at Bryan too. But, I'll keep fighting the frowns and remember with the bad there is always good somewhere.

I'm thinking a lot about eating healthier. Not sure how to go about it, so I've been eating a lot more ham sandwiches. What's REALLY healthy anyway??