The NOT Tuesday

Well, Josh and I are finished with his paper. With any luck, he's turned it in already. The first thing I said to him was, "I'm NOT writing this paper for you." But he knows I can't resist trying to rescue an ugly sentence. So, it starts out with, "It's not professional to state an opinion as if it is a fact. Add 'in my opinion' or something," and ends with him calling today (yes, the day the paper is DUE) and my dictating entire paragraphs to him. I am such a sucker.

Here is the latest scene from my living room:

(Curtain opens on Grant and Abbie next to a pile of blankets.)

Abbie: (Fake crying) I'm sad.
Grant: Are you alright, Abbie? You want a hug?
Abbie: Yeah, I'm sad. My snowman broke.
Grant: (Hugging Abbie) Oh, that's alright, Abbie! It wasn't really a snowman. It was just a mountain, and now we can play in it.

(They jump into blankets.)

Grant and Abbie: Jump! Jump!!

(Curtain closes on pile of blankets with 4 feet poking out.)

Yesterday......was awful, beginning to end. We will gloss over me going home in disgrace by just saying that though I've behaved worse once or twice in my adult life, the apologies I wrote last evening were well earned. Those of you who knew me in my fiery youth will be relieved that I didn't have a lapse of temper or anything. No violence or scenes or sharpening my tongue on whomsoever was in range. Just poor judgement stubbornly executed.

Funny thing. I was so busy being ashamed of myself, I forgot to hate and despise Josh.

My favorite thing about today is that it is no longer yesterday. It was gloomy most of the day. Both kids took naps, which is not usual. I watched Trigun. Then when they woke up we watched WALL-E. At dinner, the sun was starting to come out, and, being solar powered, I was improving. (That, and I took a bunch of motrin for the huge headache I had.) Grant said he wanted a chicken pot pie for lunch and Abbie wanted pizza. Fortunately, I had both.

This morning we had the crayons out. Grant did a great job of drawing a very recognizable picture of a toy he has, but he didn't write any letters today, unless you count that I talked him through writing his name across the top of the picture. Right now I'm giggling because he and Abbie are both singing songs from Into The Woods.

I suspect it will be a long evening, what with the naps, and all. Why did it not occur to me to take one, myself? Well, I probably would have watched Trigun even if I had thought of it. But here it is, rapidly approaching bedtime, and not a droopy eye to be seen, except for mine, possibly.

So, I hear that swine flu will likely re-emerge next year and that the government is salivating at the thought of making money off pot smokers. Fantastic. And how are you?