9 1/2 hours...

Sorry, this isn't going to be like 9 1/2 Weeks...
lol.

9 1/2 hours is how long I had a twitch on my face yesterday.
I lost the new babysitter. Something about her having a certain number of kids under three and she already has four under three, so Little man can't go there. I stayed home with him yesterday. During his nap, I laid on the bed to watch t.v and hopefully doze off myself and I noticed my cheek spasmed a few times. No biggie, this has happened before, I'll just rub my face a bit...
Two and a half hours my son slept and I was still twitching. I went to Walmart on a diaper run when he woke up and I was still twitching. We went to pick up Daddy from work and I made him look at my cheek to make sure an alien wasn't popping out. "Nope, just twitching." I know it's stress related...but seeing as how I can't seem to get rid of the stress I can't get rid of the twitch.
When I fell asleep last night, it was still there, but when i woke up this morning it was gone. Good, I thought. But it's back. Less noticeable, but I can feel it.
I filled out an application at an awesome place that only had one position open in their toddler room, but I don't even want to get too excited about it because I don't want to jinx it. I have to call them in an hour to see if my little guy has been accepted. If not, I'm screwed. Still haven't heard back from the welfare office, no letter in the "48 hours" they promised. Nothing. So they're getting a not-so-nice-but-sugar-coated phonecall from me today. I tricked them into giving me the name of my 'social worker' so I'll call specifically for her. She doesn't know what she's in for...I'm angry and twitching and hungry...