I don't want no part of this crazy love

Are you familiar with the song "Crazy Love Vol. II" by Paul Simon?



Lyrics:

Fat Charlie the Archangel
Sloped into the room
He said I have no opinion about this
And I have no opinion about that
Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon
He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys
And I don't seem to be happy about that
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of this crazy love

She says she knows about jokes
This time the joke is on me
Well, I have no opinion about that
And I have no opinion about me

Somebody could walk into this room
And say your life is on fire
It's all over the evening news
All about the fire in your life
On the evening news

I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love

Fat Charlie the Archangel
Files for divorce
He says well this will eat up a year of my life
And then there's all that weight to be lost
She says the joke is on me
I say the joke is on her
I said I have no opinion about that
Well, we'll just have to wait and confer

I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of this crazy love

That song has been running through my head, and it's a little depressing. It's not the most cheerful song.

I've been feeling a little down lately. I dread going to work, but I don't know why - I just got through three of the hardest meetings I'll have all year, and they went fine. I have 52 days left with kids (and three days of meetings), and only 9 more meetings to go. I was fearful that two of my younger kids were regressing, but I found out that one is starting to progress again, and the other has sounded funny lately because he's had a cold for three weeks (I guess his sinuses are all blocked up - I didn't know that was the problem because he never mentioned being sick!). I think I'm just getting worn out. It's that time of year.

I think the pregnancy is wearing on me too. I'm 24 weeks pregnant now, which feels like it's been a long time, but really it's barely more than halfway. When I was pregnant with P I felt like 30 weeks was a big milestone, because then I started counting the weeks backward to 40...9 weeks to go, 8 weeks, 7 weeks, etc. July feels so close, like I'll never get everything done, but so far when I think about how much longer I'll be pregnant.

My sister's due date was yesterday. She hasn't had Nephew yet. He is now officially the wrong astrological sign. She'll just have to cope. She's really ready to give birth, though, and I don't blame her. Waiting at the end is the worst.

I need to clean the kitchen. I need to re-thread my sewing machine. I need to fold the laundry. I'll probably just watch "Law & Order" with Mike. Blah.