Ugh. My first day of maternity leave was horrid. I went to bed late, I woke up way too early for no good reason, I spent hours writing report card comments while FCN pounded on the floor directly below my feet, and I skipped lunch because we're out of groceries. Then I had a huge fight with my mother that I can't really talk about - not because I'm trying to spare anyone's feelings, but because I'm not positive that I can give an accurate account of the argument. There were a lot of topics buried in subconscious muck, and I'm not sure that I knew what I was saying some of the time. Let's just say that in barest terms she wants us to come back to their house after the baby is born and I'm not sure that'll be the best thing for myself, the Sprout, the Boy or Hectate. I'd rather stay in Toronto for 3 days and see what happens than push at Hectate's patience. And I guess I'm afraid that my parents will be unable to trust me with the Sprout, just as they seem unable to trust me with any major responsibility. I don't need that shit.

There were more things I wanted to say today, but it'll have to wait for a day when I'm not exhausted and heartsore.