I was starting to doubt whether the meds for my pinched nerve were going to work, but I am feeling a bit better. My chest and scalp still hurt, but it isn't the unbearable burning that made me want to scratch my skin off yesterday. If I can make myself stay awake on this stuff, I should be able to go back to work tomorrow.
I've still got calls to make for the twins' birthday party. Even though I am a grown woman, I still get nervous when I have to talk to strangers on the phone. In this case, I am worried about the parents asking me for directions. I've never been able to give directions to my own home or anywhere else. I would have sent paper invitations, but we didn't plan the party in time to mail them and I don't think I can send invitations to school unless I am inviting the whole class. This is one of those Mommy tasks that I can't get out of, unless I want to send my kids to therapy. I can hear them now: "My mother hated me. She never gave us birthday parties!"