Entry One

   Today was a wasted day. I could have gotten rid of that nurse for going on and on about how she thinks she knows more about my daughter than I do. Now that I'm reflecting on it, I think the main reason why I didn't immediately fire her was because of who I am. What would others think if they heard Lady Capulet did something so cruel? With power comes burden, after all. But really, if I’ve done something to anger her and ruin her perception of me, she should at least show some class while expressing those feelings... instead of disguising it in lengthy metaphors I don’t have the time to hear.
  
    So today, my husband and I discussed how to approach Juliet with the subject of her marriage. He decided he would talk to Paris and tell him to "woo her." I can only imagine how well that went. My husband... he gets these ideas in his head and is just so stubborn— but I'm not going to bore you with my marriage problems. Anyway, I decided to take a direct approach and talk to Juliet today. It seemed like getting married was the last thing on her mind. Luckily, with some help from the nurse, we convinced her to try and accept Paris' love. And if she can't bring herself to love him, then who knows? Maybe she'll meet someone at the party we're hosting tonight. 

    Well, I've got to get dressed and powder my nose. Wish me luck!