My time spent on campus yesterday was actually pretty good; I got a lot done and Elliot behaved himself. Well, until he got hungry but I fed him behind closed doors and all was good.

I’m about to go to the store and I was just thinking about my irrational fear that one of these days, instead of packing up and getting all ready to go, I’ll up and leave the way I used to, without Elliot. I’m pretty grounded but I still worry my brain will hiccup every now and then.

My mother and aunt are coming to visit tomorrow so I am washing sheets and towels and cleaning the house, even though they claim not to care about the state of my house. I care, and that’s what matters.

I know this entry sucks and I am pretty bland today but my thoughts are here there and everywhere and I cannot throw together anything more coherent. Blame the baby!