My computer just restarted itself for the third time this week. Josh said something noncommittal the first time about "updates, maybe," but I'm not entirely convinced the whole thing isn't about to drop dead.
Yesterday was stressful. Abbie started throwing up in the wee hours, and I started the day red-eyed and a little frenzied. Josh's "job" training from noon to 6, and my performance practice for taiko meant that I had no choice (none) except to take the kids to Josh's parents' for the evening. So, I spent the entire day feeling like the bringer of plagues. I even called Josh to ask him what to do, but there wasn't any other option, and we knew it. The other half of me was feeling very sorry for Abbie, who wasn't quite sure what was going on, and was scared to throw up in the bathroom. I gave her a little bucket, but by then she was finished needing it. The fever, however, lasted all day. In fact, I'm still giving her medicine for it. Grant was fine for a while, but very quickly got bored not being able to play with Abbie, so he spent the day upsetting anyone who would come close enough.
In the car, the kids were playing one of their favorite original games. I think you have to be a preschooler to really understand it, but as near as I can tell, they happily yell, "Cheese car! Cheese car! Cheese car! Cheese TRUCK!!!" for passing cars and trucks, respectively. You know...at one point I was congratulating myself on having clever children. But maybe I shouldn't say that too loudly....
I dropped the kids off, and Josh's dad said that he might make an appointment with Josh and buy some of those knives he sells, because they like them. Then he told me that Josh's problem was that he was, "too honest. Ya' gotta bullshit these people a little." I don't see Josh suddenly acquiring that skill. Well, that suits me.
Practice went well enough. I somehow didn't die of Oodaiko overdose. Wish I could find my wrist bands. That worries me. I hope I didn't really leave them at the skating rink, but I just can't find them at home. In other physical wear, I have new and exciting blisters on my hands, and keep re-pulling the same leg muscle. Not a very severe list, so I'm reporting that all is well. I hope I do okay tomorrow. According to Eddie, I'm still quiet. I'll have to see what I can do. Practice ended early, although me and Michelle agreed that it didn't feel early. Most of the others went to Growlers afterward, which sounded very fun. I might have gone, too, if it weren't for Abbie being sick.
Today, Josh left bright and early for more training. He was gone by 8. We waved at the window. Abbie didn't eat her lunch, so I told her no more food until dinner. Shortly after lunch, though, both kids fell sound asleep. They slept all afternoon. I finished my book, uploaded, re-sized and posted taiko pictures, and made dinner. Then, Grant finally woke up. Abbie came in just as Grant was finishing his fish sticks and Velveta shells and cheese. That was 4 hours ago, and they're not showing any signs of impending bedtime. I could cry.
Then, I got a call from Josh at 7. He finished training, and made THREE appointments for today, the first of which he was late for because of traffic. It's okay. It was Big Chris. But I'm not getting any sort of a break today. AND he went and scheduled the entire day Sunday. I was going to stay home from taiko and rest. Now, I'm going to stay home from taiko and watch my children all alone, just like a normal work day. I was feeling petulant at this point, and sulkily told Josh that with any luck, he will make enough from today's appointments to cover the gas.
Probably, he won't.
Why is he suddenly so ready to approve of this completely worthless job offer? If he finds anyone who is half the Easy Sale Josh is, we'll be rolling in wealth.
My parents are leaving for Houma, Louisiana tomorrow. Hope they have a good trip.
Are you doing any St. Patrick's Day celebrating this weekend? Josh won't let me cook corned beef and cabbage. Last year we made brownies and put green sprinkles on them. Maybe I can do something similar this year. Not going to Growlers made me really want some of that cider. I wonder if I can get it anywhere else....
Remember the injured former taiko member? She is finally out of the hospital. She has been a popular topic of conversation over email. I collected the money for flowers, and also a second envelope of spare change to give to the girl's mom to help with hospital coffee, etc., and it was hijacked by Rieko, who then passed it on to Andrew. Andrew said, and he was not the only one, either, that the second envelope was silly, as this girl's family are very well off.
Well, unless they've been stockpiling their riches in a giant box for the purpose of hospital expenses for their adult daughter, then it doesn't really matter, does it? Why does the family income even matter? First of all, people with higher incomes don't necessarily have more available cash. Their houses are more expensive. Their cars are more expensive. Their hobbies are more expensive. It doesn't translate that they just have extra money sitting around. In fact, I would guess that they have less, since they have security, and no fear of spending. But secondly, and more importantly, I didn't collect money because I thought they were poor, I collected it because I thought it would help. And I still think that. Why is it that it is not allowed to show generosity to someone who makes more money? Isn't that a form of classism?
I think Andrew sent a plant. I approve. Of the gift, anyway. ;)
Well, I am tired. I started out that way, but now I'm doing more correcting than writing - a sure signal that it is time to go. I hope the weekend is good to you. I am sending you sleepy hugs!!
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