I woke up this morning thinking that this really could be the beginning of the end. I finished my last orientation EVER last night. Well, maybe I'll make guest appearances in the future, but it will no longer be my job. My plate will still be full from now until December, but the problems that crop up on the horizon aren't going to be my responsibility. It's a good feeling. I feel like I can do some creative stuff, train people, help set things up for the future, but that this is the very first thing I can start to let go.
In other news, I've discovered that if I don't get back to sleep quickly enough in the middle of the night, I have to eat something or else I'm so hungry I REALLY can't sleep. So it seems that quesadillas are the cuisine du nuit... or the delicacy of the witching hours. Very unromantic, but somehow it's the easiest thing I can stomach at that time. I'm all done with granola bars and crackers.
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This seems to be new with the pregnancy, though it USED to be cookie dough I would "crave" in the middle of the night before I was pregnant. I could probably do plain cheerios, but somehow quesadillas hit the spot.
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