Thank you all for your support about my class. From typos to price (and even some who said they wouldn't promote me for personal reasons) I can't thank you enough for your candor and honesty.

One thing I've really missed while working for BabyCenter was posting what I wanted to write. Sure, it was my voice over there, but I always had to remember the guidelines and the audience. (I actually am not officially done until April 7, so you'll see a few more things from me before the big farewell.)

Here, I can be my snarky self. I can ramble. I can be whoever I feel like that day. And I can teach a class without checking in with anyone which ROCKS.

Along the lines of teaching classes and moving on with life, Rex and I transferred some caterpillars from their little plastic containers to the fancy netted cage today. (Translation: He applied the tape to lids and carefully moved them into their new home. I made noises about how gross they look with their web-like texture and gooey bug food attached and made mental notes that I was being a bad mother by doing this while the kids slept but honestly if they were there screaming and pointing and gesticulating about bug droppings I'd lose my mind more than I already have which isn't saying much but I digress...)

Transformation! It's beautiful! And life affirming!

And... messy. And stinky. And it would be so much easier to stay in the cocoon all cozy and sheltered. But then how the hell would you ever become a butterfly? And sure, you could live for maybe a day before getting squished by an 18 wheeler on route from Bakersfield to Pacoima, but at least you looked fabulous and got some adventure before croaking.

And yes, the analogy of caterpillars turning into butterflies is so last decade, but it's my blog, and I like the idea of wearing an orange suit with spots as well as wings.

The getting squished by a semi? Not so much. I'd miss my Yuban. Oh, and my family. They're okay, too.

Happy Monday to you!

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