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I just devoured a KitKat.
I have an exam tomorrow. I am not prepared.
I haven't posted for some time and here is my excuse:
-- Eliza's mom was in town.
Not much of an excuse, I could have still posted.
Here's really why I haven't posted:
-- My life has been boring.

Here's the scoop, the dish, the update:
--Eliza's mom visited over her Spring Break. Eliza was happy as a clam (I do not know why we assume they are happy, but she was happy nonetheless). In fact she was elated. She was floating on clouds. I like her mom. She's beautiful (even with her hair totally gone), she's a great mom, and she's Eliza's hero (tied with her Dad). I did my part by trying to stay out of the house so that they could have alone mommy-daughter bonding times. I hope it helped. It always makes me horribly sad to see them say goodbye- to watch the closeness between them and then watch her leave, knowing that it's MY FAULT it's like this. Brigitta may read this and think "you're sad?! Don't tell me about sad. She is MY DAUGHTER." And I will think back "I'm sorry."

--I tried to spend time with Eliza on Saturday, the day her mom left, but I had to take a difficult physiological psychology exam that evening online. It was awful, by the way. Mostly I studied that day and told her that Sunday we would just do awesome things together ALL DAY. Me and her and her dad. Enjoying each other and the beautiful weather we've been having.

--Sunday: UTI. Urinary Tract Infection. GROSS. PAINFUL. UNCOMFORTABLE. I stayed in my pajamas all day. What a baby. Did nothing with Eliza. or Joe.

--Monday / today: Another horrible exam tomorrow (and Thursday). I have, of course, procrastinated. Took data for a project. Worked with my adorable client. No time with Eliza. or Joe. But, I did accomplish getting my antibiotic. Explained to Eliza that I am not necessarily a horrible step-mom, but just having a week with loads of tests and headaches and shoulder aches and tummy aches and urinary tract aches. I am not always sick. I just have too much stress. Joe thinks something is wrong that I am not healthy. I do not know a healthy graduate student. So, my dear Eliza, we will play on Friday and Saturday and Sunday. I SWEAR. I PINKY PROMISE WITH A KISS ON TOP.