Bibliomama

I am angry at my anxiety today. I keep feeling this low-grade sense of dread the night before work days. I guess this could partly be ascribed to the fact that I'm not sleeping great, and with Matt away Lucy is prone to paw at me every couple of hours to go out and then see if maybe breakfast can be served four-to-six hours early, so even if I do fall asleep, it doesn't last. But mostly it just feels like it's a drag to go to work.  And it's not! I like my job! I get in there, and I carry books around, and I wheel carts around, and I see the kids, many of whom really really like me, and they tell me about why they like SpongeBob books or Lego books or princess books or Dog Man books, and they tell me about how they injured their wrist on the week-end so it's very difficult for them to turn pages, and then they all say good-bye to me (sometimes really loudly), and it's kind of awesome, for the most part. So maybe my nervous system could stop throwing a fucking fi...