Me, me, me

Oysh


I'm in for a busy day of public transit, doctor's office, scattered Christmas shopping that can't be left undone (or done by my hubby, which amounts to the same thing), all with a poor, tired, napless 22-pound baby on my back. All of this has to be done and I have to be at the kids' bus stop at 2:30. I see a headache in my immediate future.

Let's hope that Christmas spirit comes along and bathes me in its golden light. Or that I find money on the sidewalk. Either would be good.