Hey Jakey,

I hesitate to speak ill of you, since you're laying on my lap right now, watching the screen as I type. But I gotta tell ya, it's days like today that your daddy and I conspire to dress you warmly, pack you up a bottle or two, and just set you outside the door. If you come back to us, it was meant to be.

I swear, baby. The whining, the moaning, the refusal to eat dinner, the incessant bouncing, the bitching, the whole laundry-sorting fiasco. You're plotting to make me snap. And now... look at the date and time of this post, sweetie. Midnight! What happened to your schedule? We discussed this. Didn't you write down in your PDA that momma has an early meeting in the morning?

I'd rather crawl thru a parking lot full of glass than go to this "thing" tomorrow. Hopefully it will end early and instead of going back to the office, I can sneak off to see a movie or something before I come home. Either Flightplan or Exorcism of Emily Rose. Or Corpse Bride. Whatever. We'll see. Maybe I'll just go sit in the park for a couple hours and listen to... nothing.

At least you're over your cold/flu/bug thing. There's nothing worse than watching you not feel good. When a hug won't make you feel better. Okay. Tomorrow (today) is another day. Let's both behave! Love you.