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My head has been spinning with thoughts today, conversations with myself inside my head. Trey and I like to spend Thursday mornings at Barnes and Noble while Riley is at school. I ask Starbucks to get me a HOT cinnamon scone (and then feel guilty because I'm putting all that crap into my body) and a soy chai. We take the scone and the chai to the train set. It's usually very relaxing, but today we walked into the book store behind a group of young, hip, pretty executive women who were having a business meeting at the Starbucks in the store. I had managed to put on jeans instead of sweat pants and had actually straightened my hair a little. My mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts of feeling "average." Sitting there dwelling on these thoughts was a poor choice and pushed to the edge of tears. Then I called my mom who quickly said, "You are far from average." That's why I called, even though I know every mother feels this way about their children, it was so nice to hear. I'm fully aware that I sound completely pathetic at this point. Then I looked at Trey and told him that he was far from average. He had no idea what I was talking about, but he smiled and giggled.

Eric and I have been given an opportunity to supplement our income, which is necessary because our support from church is over in few short months. It's something we will tackle together, which I think will be really good for us. It will give me a chance to interact with the rest of the world a few hours each week. It will be nice to have something that occasionally breaks the jeans and sweat pants rut I seem to have found myself in. We'll see how it goes.

Time to work. I'm going to try to concentrate and work fast so I have a little time to read.

By the way--Mom, you are far from average too. I think you are actually quite extraordinary.