Josh is dying. For those of you who are not married and/or male, I will translate: Josh has a head cold. I feel for the guy, but if he gives me sick cooties right before J-Fest, I'm going to have to make him miserable for the rest of his life. Which will be short.
Josh's parents have decided that they want to leave town early for the weekend, and are unavailable now to watch Grant and Abbie on Friday. This leaves me sitter-less. I am toying with the idea of dropping them off at Josh's work on my way on Friday. I wonder if the girls in the front office would agree to keeping an eye on them for Josh's last half hour of work. Just picturing myself asking is giving me guilt ulcers. Next year, if possible, I'm going to send my kids to Rolla on THURSDAY. That is...if that's okay with everyone. I feel that no matter what I pick, I'm being horribly unfair to someone. If I could get over the logistical stress, I'd really be enjoying this.
I'm also looking forward to a time in my life that doesn't have major instances of TMI. Josh got drunk dialed by his best friend's little sister while I was coming home from taiko on Tuesday. And she was DRIVING. So he called her back to make sure she made it home. Then she called again after I was home, and wanted to talk to me. (It was nearly 1am at this point. Practice ran late.) She was pretty gone...and sad. I don't know exactly what prompted her to get SO drunk on a Tuesday night when she had work the next day, but she gave a few hints. She's a nice girl, and I like her, but she never would have said half of that if she were sober. I'm actually worried about her. Josh's solution to my being worried is, "You should give her a call." But I don't know her that well, and it would probably just embarrass her. What would you do?
It's a beautiful day again! Very autumn-ish. I'm not sure how I'm going to spend the day time part. I need to wash a load of towels. Then, practice tonight.
Grant has been seeing how many words he can make with the letters of his name. I gave up on trying to keep him from being bored in kindergarten. Let the poor guy learn while he is still interested. And Abbie should be in dance. She loves dancing, and she jumps up and dances to songs on WALL-E or Shaun the sheep. But my recent lottery ticket didn't win. Sometimes my life frustrates the hell out of me.
The kids love LWW (Trish, I'm stealing your abbreviation!) and are understanding it very well. We read some last night. We're at the part where Edmond found the witch's "house". So exciting.
I can't remember if I washed my happi after the last performance I was in, so I'm going to wash and iron it today. Might as well start out clean, even if I'm going to be pungent by Monday afternoon.
Hope your Thursday is a good one!
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