I ache to stay at home. I don't even want to think about putting sweet little Miss back into daycare. God love them, they mean well, but they're not me (and are probably quite okay about that). I want Jr. learning to walk and talk and spill his food on my floor, not someone else's.

I love planning to make felt food for Miss play with and Jr to slobber on - and actually doing it. Well, some of it. Which reminds me that I just bought the patterns for all this stuff today and am Actually Going To Do It.
And post photos to prove I did it.
Accountability sucks.
So this complaining about having thirty million - excuse me, 413 million - things to do is going to stop. If I don't do all the business things I have to do, I definitely won't be able to stay home come April 27th. And if I don't intentionally enjoy every minute of it, even the really crappy minutes, then if I do have to go back I'll have wasted my lovely year off with whiny navel-gazing about why I'm so busy.
So there.