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friday-itis

it's like senior-itis. you remember, when you were *this close* to being done with high school (or college) and it was soooooooo hard to get motivated to do the things you knew you needed to do?

so this blog entry is dedicated to friday-itis (and senior-itis) sufferers everywhere.

i am blessed in so many ways. today, i'm specifically thinking about how i have a job that i truly enjoy doing, with people who i genuinely like. i don't wake up and have that dread of going to work - though i am familiar with that dread, having had it at other times in my life. so why, today, did i so badly not want to leave the house???

it may have had something to do with this muss-haired kookaburra:

(just for reference, i just googled kookaburra to see what they look like. and they're muss-haired too! check out the one on the left - see the resemblance?)


i digress. (i do that a lot.) (i also use too many parenthetical references.)

john slept much better last night. one wake-up for a feeding, another where i did the paci-bear-iloveyou routine, otherwise he was out from 8:30 to 7 this morning. yay!

and he was in a great mood when he woke up, happy and snuggly. i nursed him and then picked him up to burp him, and he nestled down into my shoulder with his head tucked under my chin and went back to sleep. THAT was when i had my biggest i-don't-want-to-go-to-work moment.

but of course i snuggled him, then woke him up by singing the kookaburra song or some variant thereof. (we invented a bathtime kookaburra song last night. fun!) and i dressed him and it was off for another day of school.

but there is one compelling reason why friday-itis is much less hazardous than senior-itis: it can only last another 8 or so hours, and then it's the weekend. baby kookaburras around the world rejoice!
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