I sent Lily off for her last day of care with Pauline. This morning the beast woke me at 5 AM by banging her pacifier against the outside of the monitor and making strange grunting sounds. I finally got her and fed her, and thankfully, she went back to sleep. HOWEVER - no one ever tells you that babies snore louder than adults. I swear it sounded like she was operating a chainsaw next to my ear. Needless to say I’m groggy this morning. Thank goodness she looks so sweet when she’s sleeping, or I’d really be annoyed.

I’m bad - I had a meeting today at 10.30 scheduled with a prospective client, and I just had this horrible feeling about the guy. I’ve talked to him twice on the phone and he was such an arrogant jerk, I just couldn’t bring myself to go. I used Laura’s favorite phrase when cancelling with him: “I just don’t think my services are a good fit with what you are looking for.” In other words, go find some other marketing weenie to abuse. I feel much more relieved now. Why do people call you, and then spend their time telling you how much they know about what you do, and how great they are, and how they are the gurus of the marketing universe? If that’s true, why would someone like that need me??? Go figure. Richmond is very small, and word gets around quickly, so I have to make sure I am politically correect and not burning any bridges, when my personality is more likely than not to be direct and say “I don’t like you, and the reason I quit working in the corporate world was so that I didn’t have to deal with people like YOU.” Being able to think it, if not say it, makes all those months when my clients aren’t paying on time well worth it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

Last night Mike and I did “Power Yoga” instead of kicking the air and sweating and grunting. It’s still really hard. I was sweating like a pig and panting; nothing like the yoga people who “feel the effects” of whatever pose they’re in. I feel the effects of my out-of-shape body, that’s what I feel. They are all breathing quietly and prettily and Mike and I are huffing, groaning, cracking our bones, and burping a lot. What a nice picture that is. Yoga squeezes all of your internal organs. I remember the days of working out at the gym where looking into the mirror as I aerobicized didn’t give me nightmares. Thank goodness there are no mirrors near the VCR. My favorite part of any yoga class is the end, where you do deep relaxation, and sprawl in corpse pose and think about nothing. I went downstairs to do something and came back and Mike was still “corpse-ing” - I think he’d fallen asleep.

Mom and dad are watching Lily Saturday and I’m going to my first evening movie since she was born. I’m very excited. Mom keeps asking me what we’re going to see - I have no idea, and I don’t even care!!! Just getting out in a theatre is thrill enough for me.