me and my mercury retrograde

I have been having so much trouble this week, trying to schedule things. I was sitting here congratulating myself on having finally nailed down, in no particular order:

Transition dates for preschool, half-price matinee tix to see Cirque du Soleil’s new show (it’s about an EGG and a LADYBUG — seriously people, couldn’t they just have named it Cirque du Jonah’s Favorite Things?), date night with babysitting for Scott’s birthday, a date to celebrate the my birthday and the birthdays of two of my friends — in our younger single days we used to go out to dinner as a trio three times a year, once for each of our birthdays and now we’ve got one date, on none of our birthdays, to celebrate all three of us; a date for my monthly moms group to meet; and some other various and sundry activites that finally got calendared, plus at least one that I *still* need to reschedule.

Oy.

Just out of curiosity, as I heaved this sigh of scheduling relief, I Googled “mercury retrograde” and sure enough, we’re smack dab in the middle of one. I swear, I can feel them. Like the way that people with arthritis feel pain in their joints when rain is coming. My head goes all fuzzy and boy if email/messages/et al, and even driving, don’t become completely snarled. Not to mention feeling jammed up in just plain expressing myself. It’s spooky.

I am looking forward to all of our plans. Even though Cirque might turn out to be a total bust. We got the cheapest seats possible, in case Jonah can’t deal with a 2+hour show (one hour, then intermission, then one hour) and we have to bail out. Here’s to hoping we’re not seated behind a pillar.

I still can’t write about preschool yet.

All I can say is: We had our first transition visit this morning. It’s hard, but I’m excited about this too.