Quiet doesn't actually mean quiet

I am feeling alive again, in a good way. Got some Spanish books from the library to study, started fiddling on my old stories again, Uncle G might want to take up archery so then I'll have someone to go with.
Busy days, very busy. Trying not to stress too much.
Can not help to stress about Little J starting daycare in three weeks time, and she is refusing to drink out of a bottle. Squirms and moans and complains and she hates it.
I wish I could wait a few more months. Moneywise it could probably happen, H is making quite a bit, but I have organised with work and before school care and daycare and everything. It just has to happen, and I just have to get over it, and hopefully all will be well...
Golly gosh...