Beware Catwoman

I've been something of a sporadic blogger lately. So much happening! Meetings. Work. (Oh, and I do love that my sometimes office is Panera. Great life.) Friday morning, I was at Panera working at 7:30 a.m. While there, a group of what I'll call Prada Mommies, en masse, encamped at a table next to mine. Though I was concentrating quite intently on my work, their conversation kept breaking through. Probably because they were talking so loudly. I could hardly keep from laughing.

Truly. Conversation roamed, not so broadly, from one's "genius son" ("no, I mean, he's truly BRILLIANT") whose brilliance is still not being recognized, even though he's on his third (private, in her words "very expensive" school (and he's in the 8-year-old range) to one's daughter whose teacher just didn't appreciate her (the daughter's) sense of humor. Poor teachers! This went on for over two hours. Seriously.

I suppose I'll stop beating up the Prada Mommies now.

Tomorrow, I'll be 28 weeks. Twelve weeks to go! So, here I am, a few minutes ago in my catwoman suite. If I look a little droopy around the edges, understand that sleep has been evading me. And this is a problem that I've NEVER had. Last night was the first in several days that I banked several hours in one night. Not uninterrupted, but still. Those hours were delicious.