Flighty

I have that horrible feeling that I'm forgetting something.

It could be that I just have one thousand things on my plate. Trying to catch up with all the things I haven't been able to do... and now... am able to (mostly).

I am over the hump of the recovery. I'd say that it now feels like what I expected a broken tailbone to feel like. Isn't that encouraging?! (No... seriously... never break your tailbone.) It is now just sore and a nuisance. Which is what you'd expect a little piece of broken spine to be... isn't it? Yes, that is what I thought too. And now finally that is all it is. I go back to the doctor next week. I'm hoping that everything is healing satisfactorily and not that my pain has finally decreased because that bit of spine has given up and is now floating around somewhere deep within my nether regions.

So, now I have about 6 weeks worth of organizing and whatnot to do. I'm sick of the way the kids' room looks like a tornado just touched down and I'm sick of the toppling pile of art supplies that I've never gotten around to reorganizing. I'm trying to tie down a budget and debating going all cash (why am I resistant?).

I've got all of Kid's applications either turned in or due to be turned in within the next week. And (according to Kid's teacher) the teacher who wants childcare does want for me to watch her baby.

So that's a lot. A lot to take in and a lot to prepare for.