I made pistachio pudding and poured it into a graham cracker crust. It was very yummy, especially with whipped cream on top. Is that called something? I think grasshopper has mint flavor, not pistachio. Anyway, it tasted good.
I'm having a minor stroke just thinking about public schools and fund raisers. Best not to ask me about either, really.
In a country that thinks nothing of exposing bra straps and even thong straps, why are women so afraid of panty lines? Personally, I think people should be grateful that I am wearing undergarments, and keeping them covered. I was always taught that if people can see your underwear through your pants, it means that your pants are too tight, and that if people can see your underwear through your skirt, then you should be wearing a slip. How did that ever get warped into the idea that less underwear or no underwear is somehow more decent? Boggles the mind.
Beginner class has started at taiko. I do not have much stamina for jumping jacks, which is shameful, but I don't give up. So far, I've only experienced very slight soreness around my inner elbows, and tightness in my neck and shoulders. Not bad, really.
Today I was angry at someone. There is someone who always comes early, but hides in other rooms and is sometimes very clever about doing as little actual work as possible. No one else has noticed. Today, this person was the first there. He decided that standing and holding the door of the practice room open was the best use of his time, since the doorstop was being used for another door temporarily. Everyone else was actually working - physically. I was very nearly rude. And that makes me twice as mad. If there is one thing I hate, it is when someone won't allow me to navigate a situation reasonably. I really do have an awful temper, but I work hard not to be outwardly angry. If someone forces it out of me, I feel a great number of things at once. Firstly, I am always extremely offended to be forced. Secondly, I am ashamed to give in to my angry impulses. Thirdly, I am frustrated by the other person's inability to cooperate and help me keep things civil. Not to mention that I despise rudeness in others, and certainly don't like disappointing my own scruples.
Josh does that, frequently. One of our greatest problems is that I loath public fighting, and in his mind, there is no such thing as, "We'll talk about it later." He even fights (or deliberately provokes fights - as seen above- out of me) in front of the kids! There is no reason that they should ever, EVER have to witness that. EVER. We actually talked about this sort of thing a few days ago. Hopefully, it will never need to be brought up again. (Well, I can dream, can't I?)
Having Josh's days off in the middle of the week hasn't gotten any better, just yet. It comes out to him having two nights off a week, but at a time where he can't put them to any kind of use in a social sense. Don't know why he is also prevented from household chores, etc. And then, of course, I have no days off. Or nights. Or mornings. I occasionally have help during dinner time, but that doesn't translate into help with dinner.
It sounds like I'm furious at Josh, but really I'm not. (That was last week. :P)
Tomorrow morning I am babysitting again. I've finally saved up for a haircut AND tip, but I'm thinking I should also save up for Abbie's haircut and tip, and then we can go together one day while Grant is in school.
My latest project has been copying all the CDs I own onto the computer as digital music files. They aren't actually MP3s, but I can't remember what they are, so you'll have to just use your imagination. The result is that I can now make CDs for the car with all the songs I bought in my teens and 20's mixed together with ones that I've recently recorded off the radio. OK, so I'm still a little behind the times, but I can pretend that I have a cool IPOD-type thing like you do. And Cahen very sweetly gave me a CD player and it lives in my kitchen. Ah! Can't wait to listen to The Cambridge Singers, followed by Clutch, followed by Fiona Apple, followed by Sissel, followed by Maroon 5!! You know, once when we had a serendipitous windfall, I actually bought 5 songs off of Amazon Music, but somehow they didn't get backed up and are gone. So sad. So wasteful.
Well, I am off to make tomorrow's lunch for Grant. He still loves school. His first "mid-term" is all top scores. And Abbie loves dance class, too.
Today was chilly. I hope you have some season-appropriate comfort food. Wishing you all a happy week!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Slightly Mad
First of all, the external:
Did you see the bit written by the ER worker who treats patients on government assistance who seem to have enough money for fancy phones and expensive shoes and the like? Funnily enough, that was about a day after I was telling a friend what I think the government should do when people apply for welfare.
I decided that it would be perfectly fair for the government to deny TV/Satellite reception to the address of those collecting welfare. After all, the citizens of the country are helping those in need, right? Not those who would like to entertain themselves. In fact, it really shouldn't be used for anything except rent, utilities of a very basic nature, and food. So this medicaid article was sort of like an echo of what I was already harping about.
Unemployment and welfare services are already part of the government, are they not? So perhaps they need to be refurbished. Instead of handing a check to a person or family, maybe they should be doing what those credit rehab companies do and have a file of the person or family's bills, and pay the appropriate ones and cancel service on the inappropriate ones. Then send a messenger with food supplies. It would mean hiring more people to implement the new, well controlled system. Hey, look! I just created government jobs!
But I've lost my enthusiasm for it, really. I'm just in a lousy mood. Now that I'm not sick anymore, I'm hyper sensitive. Everything is worrying and upsetting me. But I'm going to avoid talking about that.
Here is an ode to my dog:
Jake is the best dog I've ever owned, and maybe the best I've ever seen. Although, in terms of obedience, he might lose that race. He knows what I want, but half the time tries to not do it. Jake is best in personality. He loves kids and company, doesn't bark frantically or jump (well, he does occasionally put his feet on guests briefly) or wet himself with excitement. He is friendly with other animals, too. At first, I was upset because he chased cats, occasionally. But then he finally caught up with one, and come to find out, he just wanted to introduce himself. He doesn't bother our things, and only begs for food unobtrusively. Mostly, Jake just wants to be where we are. It's so lovable. And he is a connoisseur of comfort. He loves blankets and pillows, and we've even caught him tenderly laying his head on discarded dirty socks. He is entirely charming. And how could I not loves something that is so devoted to my children?
Abbie has had an injury. On Sunday, Grant asked Josh if he and Abbie could go downstairs. He told Grant to ask me. I had to find all this out later, because instead of asking me, Grant and Abbie went downstairs. Whether he misunderstood or was disobeying I'll never know, because the action was eclipsed by the following one. That was Abbie climbing on top of the play stove (she knows better) and falling from it. Because I was upstairs, I didn't see the fall. That has been the most upsetting part, because it has been so difficult finding out what happened, what was injured, what was it hit against, etc. Grant could only tell me she climbed on the stove and fell, and Abbie could only cry. I finally discovered that it was her arm that was hurt. Eventually, she was able to point, and it upset me even more that I could see an obvious swelling, but that Abbie was pointing to a place an inch away from it. Well, what can one do? I gave her meltaway Tylenol and had her hold a juice box from the refrigerator on it.
She claimed it was fine the next day, but I suspect that was because she didn't want to miss her first dance lesson. She spent the first part of the day carrying it, and the second part eating and drawing with her left hand. By yesterday I could still see the swollen area, but it looked better, and she could almost extend her arm completely. It's taking a long time, but seems to be healing. I'm still keeping an eye on it. At least she's using it normally.
Grant has had no recent injuries, I'm pleased to say. He's been doing well at school, especially in his behavior, and he still loves it and thinks it is wonderful. They have studied the letters M and A and now are studying P. On Tuesday it was his day to bring snacks. He picked Phinneas and Ferb gummy snacks, and thought he was the coolest guy in town.
Josh experienced his first mid-week days off this week. They are Tuesday night and Wednesday night. It was very disruptive. I'm not sure if I can get used to it, or if that would be a good and helpful thing.
Yes, everything is upsetting me. I'm trying to work on it. But Abbie's arm might have a real injury, the kind that needs (or ought to have had) medical attention, we suddenly have a ton of bills, I have to call about Grant's school pictures because there was an error at the bank and the check didn't clear, Josh agreed to more overtime TOMORROW, when he knows I won't be here to watch the kids, my parents have company and it's some relatives that I am particularly fond of, but I just don't know how the hell to work in a visit, people keep trying to make plans with me and I don't have the ability to answer, Josh cancelling my plans in favor of his is driving me crazy, this computer was supposed to be mine, but Josh won't leave it alone and stop downloading random stuff on it, plus it's been making funny noises, I'm supposed to pass out fliers tomorrow from 8-3, I suck at the song we're learning in taiko and so far have only succeeded in embarrassing myself, I'm behind in the birthday present buying for Josh's family and the neighbors, I just found out I want to do all my grocery shopping at Dierbergs, but can't afford it, I'm behind on my chores, I haven't had two seconds together to watch the movie my grandmother lent me, Josh bought a tent and two sleeping bags and a can of mace for me to carry to the commuter lot at UMSL, and I just can't get him to stop spending, and everyone I know is looking for a job (except me) and my mother got TWO of them, and I just don't know what I'm going to do.
I think I need a cheesecake. With strawberries. And some baked potato soup from St. Louis Bread Co. And a nap. And a hug. And a day off.
While we're wishing, could I also get a housekeeper and a winning lottery ticket? I'm not greedy, just 500 thousand dollars or so would be fine.
It's Friday, for those of you to whom that means something. Hope you enjoy it.
Did you see the bit written by the ER worker who treats patients on government assistance who seem to have enough money for fancy phones and expensive shoes and the like? Funnily enough, that was about a day after I was telling a friend what I think the government should do when people apply for welfare.
I decided that it would be perfectly fair for the government to deny TV/Satellite reception to the address of those collecting welfare. After all, the citizens of the country are helping those in need, right? Not those who would like to entertain themselves. In fact, it really shouldn't be used for anything except rent, utilities of a very basic nature, and food. So this medicaid article was sort of like an echo of what I was already harping about.
Unemployment and welfare services are already part of the government, are they not? So perhaps they need to be refurbished. Instead of handing a check to a person or family, maybe they should be doing what those credit rehab companies do and have a file of the person or family's bills, and pay the appropriate ones and cancel service on the inappropriate ones. Then send a messenger with food supplies. It would mean hiring more people to implement the new, well controlled system. Hey, look! I just created government jobs!
But I've lost my enthusiasm for it, really. I'm just in a lousy mood. Now that I'm not sick anymore, I'm hyper sensitive. Everything is worrying and upsetting me. But I'm going to avoid talking about that.
Here is an ode to my dog:
Jake is the best dog I've ever owned, and maybe the best I've ever seen. Although, in terms of obedience, he might lose that race. He knows what I want, but half the time tries to not do it. Jake is best in personality. He loves kids and company, doesn't bark frantically or jump (well, he does occasionally put his feet on guests briefly) or wet himself with excitement. He is friendly with other animals, too. At first, I was upset because he chased cats, occasionally. But then he finally caught up with one, and come to find out, he just wanted to introduce himself. He doesn't bother our things, and only begs for food unobtrusively. Mostly, Jake just wants to be where we are. It's so lovable. And he is a connoisseur of comfort. He loves blankets and pillows, and we've even caught him tenderly laying his head on discarded dirty socks. He is entirely charming. And how could I not loves something that is so devoted to my children?
Abbie has had an injury. On Sunday, Grant asked Josh if he and Abbie could go downstairs. He told Grant to ask me. I had to find all this out later, because instead of asking me, Grant and Abbie went downstairs. Whether he misunderstood or was disobeying I'll never know, because the action was eclipsed by the following one. That was Abbie climbing on top of the play stove (she knows better) and falling from it. Because I was upstairs, I didn't see the fall. That has been the most upsetting part, because it has been so difficult finding out what happened, what was injured, what was it hit against, etc. Grant could only tell me she climbed on the stove and fell, and Abbie could only cry. I finally discovered that it was her arm that was hurt. Eventually, she was able to point, and it upset me even more that I could see an obvious swelling, but that Abbie was pointing to a place an inch away from it. Well, what can one do? I gave her meltaway Tylenol and had her hold a juice box from the refrigerator on it.
She claimed it was fine the next day, but I suspect that was because she didn't want to miss her first dance lesson. She spent the first part of the day carrying it, and the second part eating and drawing with her left hand. By yesterday I could still see the swollen area, but it looked better, and she could almost extend her arm completely. It's taking a long time, but seems to be healing. I'm still keeping an eye on it. At least she's using it normally.
Grant has had no recent injuries, I'm pleased to say. He's been doing well at school, especially in his behavior, and he still loves it and thinks it is wonderful. They have studied the letters M and A and now are studying P. On Tuesday it was his day to bring snacks. He picked Phinneas and Ferb gummy snacks, and thought he was the coolest guy in town.
Josh experienced his first mid-week days off this week. They are Tuesday night and Wednesday night. It was very disruptive. I'm not sure if I can get used to it, or if that would be a good and helpful thing.
Yes, everything is upsetting me. I'm trying to work on it. But Abbie's arm might have a real injury, the kind that needs (or ought to have had) medical attention, we suddenly have a ton of bills, I have to call about Grant's school pictures because there was an error at the bank and the check didn't clear, Josh agreed to more overtime TOMORROW, when he knows I won't be here to watch the kids, my parents have company and it's some relatives that I am particularly fond of, but I just don't know how the hell to work in a visit, people keep trying to make plans with me and I don't have the ability to answer, Josh cancelling my plans in favor of his is driving me crazy, this computer was supposed to be mine, but Josh won't leave it alone and stop downloading random stuff on it, plus it's been making funny noises, I'm supposed to pass out fliers tomorrow from 8-3, I suck at the song we're learning in taiko and so far have only succeeded in embarrassing myself, I'm behind in the birthday present buying for Josh's family and the neighbors, I just found out I want to do all my grocery shopping at Dierbergs, but can't afford it, I'm behind on my chores, I haven't had two seconds together to watch the movie my grandmother lent me, Josh bought a tent and two sleeping bags and a can of mace for me to carry to the commuter lot at UMSL, and I just can't get him to stop spending, and everyone I know is looking for a job (except me) and my mother got TWO of them, and I just don't know what I'm going to do.
I think I need a cheesecake. With strawberries. And some baked potato soup from St. Louis Bread Co. And a nap. And a hug. And a day off.
While we're wishing, could I also get a housekeeper and a winning lottery ticket? I'm not greedy, just 500 thousand dollars or so would be fine.
It's Friday, for those of you to whom that means something. Hope you enjoy it.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
J Fest vs. The Crud 2010
Japanese Festival is over. This is now sort of the beginning of the next taiko year, and in a few weeks, the beginner class will start.
The weather for the festival was absolutely wonderful. It was sunshiny and breezy and not too hot. It was cheerful, and beautiful...and I was horribly sick. My un-favorite sick: the infected head. My eyes were bugging and watery, by sinuses filled to bursting with slime, my throat was raw and swollen, nose runny and also swollen. Lots of swelling going on. I could see my swollen glands in the mirror, they were so big. I guess it sort of all evened out. Nice weather, but sick.
Laura was the first to be sick, and then Melanie, and then me. At J-Fest, several others started to feel bad, too, but we were all hoping that it maybe was an obscure allergy or something.
I really started the J-Fest adventure on Friday. Grant came home from school and my mom piled the kids and Jake into her car and took them to Rolla. Then Josh and I rushed to the Botanical Gardens, where he dropped me off. Then he (along with a huge suitcase for me) went to his grandmother's house for the night.
The spiking rehearsal was very complicated and time consuming. Eventually it got done, but nothing was practiced. After practice, Eddie kindly dropped me at Grandma Mroczkowski's house.
The morning began the official Day 1 of F-Fest, and I woke up feeling even sicker. But I must be an Opening Night kind of girl. I spent a lot of the day in the Dashi letting kids play on the drums. It was a lot of fun. I also found out that my sunscreen and myself were a particularly bad mix. It didn't really work the way I used it, and I did get a burn. The opening ceremony was actually my very first one, since last year's was rained out. We played well, I think, and had a good time. Our great friend Megan came all the way from Louisiana! Great to see her. I went back to the maintenance building (after more fun in the Dashi) and straightened my hair and got all costumed up. Then.....the first show! I was smiling hugely and having a ton of fun...right until the intro section to Hiryuu San-dan Gaeshi. I sit still for a long time, and besides watching mosquitoes land on my arms and feet and not being able to shoo them away, I had time to realize how tired and sick I was. My playing was very not great. Well, to be more specific, I didn't miss any hits, but I did have terrible and even wrong-looking arm movements. I was embarrassed. But I do have a little bit of a break after that, and pulled myself together for the rest of the show. A friend from college, John, came to see the show, and I got to see him and meet his girlfriend and everything. It made my day when he came up afterward to say hi.
The rest of the shows were similar. My energy wasn't as great as the first night, but neither were my screw-ups as noticeable. I hear rumors that I had another friend and a cousin in the audiences, but they didn't come up to say hi. Josh did come to the early show on Sunday, but he didn't even stay to the end. I confess that I was a little hurt by that. My biggest show of the whole year - I was in almost every main song - and my parents didn't come, my kids didn't come, and my husband left half-way through.
Well, I got more and more sick, but slogged on, and I think the shows went pretty well. The drum movement problems never really ended, but we got faster at making up for the people who couldn't remember what to do.
I stayed the first night with Josh at his grandmother's house again, and the second night I stayed with Helena and Kevin. they have the sweetest cats. How did they find two snuggly, people friendly cats?
On Monday, I ended up with some time before the show, and did a tiny bit of shopping. I had wanted to buy more tabi socks, but they were sold out. I bought beautiful chopsticks for Grant and Abbie, and a dangling Buddha for Eddie, as a thank you for driving me around. I was actually going to get him a silly looking owl one, but when the lady found out I was buying it for a grown man, she really recommended against the owl. Oh, well. And I got my mom a sakura pin (that she probably didn't want) for watching the kids all weekend.
Eddie dropped me off - sick, sweaty and exhausted - at the mall, where Josh was book shopping. I waited for him to get done, and we drove home. The kids were supposed to meet us there at 6:30, but my mom called and said that they were running horribly late and had had to stop for emergency potty breaks and the dog almost got away.... One of those days. While we waited, Josh and I watched a few minutes of Twilight: New Moon. I gotta say....it's TERRIBLE! And I know I have some cousins who really worship Kristin Stewart, but either she is totally wrong for this role, or she can't act. It is impossible to sympathize with her and she is snotty an irritating, even in the parts where she's supposed to come of as sweet. I was just waiting to see what would happen if that same crew from the first movie came up with a budget, but it still had a soap opera sort of look to it. The music was better, but the writer still took liberties with the dialog that lost Twilight one of its few charms. I don't even know if I'm ever going to finish watching it. Then the kids came home, and my attention was all for them. Abbie was especially homesick on Monday.
When I was putting Abbie to bed, it came to my attention that my mom had shown them The Incredibles. I've never let them watch that. Too much violence, and too much sibling snottiness. I was upset. I came out after she was asleep and told Josh, who then informed me that he didn't have the energy to comfort me. I had just spent the weekend doing very physical shows, loading and unloading, getting no sleep at other people's houses AND I did it sick. But he doesn't have the energy. I totally wanted to poke him in the eye. Instead...I went to bed. In my own bed. Finally.
But it wasn't over!
Yesterday I babysat again. The day was actually not as crazy as I had thought. Abbie's dance class opened for registration, and I thought I was going to have to rush to the store and buy a leotard, then come back and make dinner and then somehow get Abbie to dance lessons. That was wrong. I called the place, and since she is going to be in the Monday class, I don't have to register until next Monday. WHEW! But I did have to babysit, and I do again today.
I'm curious. How many weeks in a row am I going to be babysitting? I was under the impression that last week was the end. Then, she forgot to pay me on Thursday and said, "Oh, I'll just bring it next time. Are Tuesday and Wednesday alright?"
Yesterday I decided that I was getting better. Today I'm not so sure. I think I'm just progressing. In a way, it's getting me closer to the end, but I think using the word "better" might be a little optimistic - even for me.
I need a day in bed. Badly. But it's not in the cards. I'm about to go and shower (I hope) and do a quick housecleaning for the girls. After they go, I'm going to have to go grocery shopping. You see...it never ends. But I'm definitely penciling in a nap on Thursday!!! Ho-ho!
Hope you are all having a good Wednesday. You should have lunch outside. It's going to be beautiful!!!
The weather for the festival was absolutely wonderful. It was sunshiny and breezy and not too hot. It was cheerful, and beautiful...and I was horribly sick. My un-favorite sick: the infected head. My eyes were bugging and watery, by sinuses filled to bursting with slime, my throat was raw and swollen, nose runny and also swollen. Lots of swelling going on. I could see my swollen glands in the mirror, they were so big. I guess it sort of all evened out. Nice weather, but sick.
Laura was the first to be sick, and then Melanie, and then me. At J-Fest, several others started to feel bad, too, but we were all hoping that it maybe was an obscure allergy or something.
I really started the J-Fest adventure on Friday. Grant came home from school and my mom piled the kids and Jake into her car and took them to Rolla. Then Josh and I rushed to the Botanical Gardens, where he dropped me off. Then he (along with a huge suitcase for me) went to his grandmother's house for the night.
The spiking rehearsal was very complicated and time consuming. Eventually it got done, but nothing was practiced. After practice, Eddie kindly dropped me at Grandma Mroczkowski's house.
The morning began the official Day 1 of F-Fest, and I woke up feeling even sicker. But I must be an Opening Night kind of girl. I spent a lot of the day in the Dashi letting kids play on the drums. It was a lot of fun. I also found out that my sunscreen and myself were a particularly bad mix. It didn't really work the way I used it, and I did get a burn. The opening ceremony was actually my very first one, since last year's was rained out. We played well, I think, and had a good time. Our great friend Megan came all the way from Louisiana! Great to see her. I went back to the maintenance building (after more fun in the Dashi) and straightened my hair and got all costumed up. Then.....the first show! I was smiling hugely and having a ton of fun...right until the intro section to Hiryuu San-dan Gaeshi. I sit still for a long time, and besides watching mosquitoes land on my arms and feet and not being able to shoo them away, I had time to realize how tired and sick I was. My playing was very not great. Well, to be more specific, I didn't miss any hits, but I did have terrible and even wrong-looking arm movements. I was embarrassed. But I do have a little bit of a break after that, and pulled myself together for the rest of the show. A friend from college, John, came to see the show, and I got to see him and meet his girlfriend and everything. It made my day when he came up afterward to say hi.
The rest of the shows were similar. My energy wasn't as great as the first night, but neither were my screw-ups as noticeable. I hear rumors that I had another friend and a cousin in the audiences, but they didn't come up to say hi. Josh did come to the early show on Sunday, but he didn't even stay to the end. I confess that I was a little hurt by that. My biggest show of the whole year - I was in almost every main song - and my parents didn't come, my kids didn't come, and my husband left half-way through.
Well, I got more and more sick, but slogged on, and I think the shows went pretty well. The drum movement problems never really ended, but we got faster at making up for the people who couldn't remember what to do.
I stayed the first night with Josh at his grandmother's house again, and the second night I stayed with Helena and Kevin. they have the sweetest cats. How did they find two snuggly, people friendly cats?
On Monday, I ended up with some time before the show, and did a tiny bit of shopping. I had wanted to buy more tabi socks, but they were sold out. I bought beautiful chopsticks for Grant and Abbie, and a dangling Buddha for Eddie, as a thank you for driving me around. I was actually going to get him a silly looking owl one, but when the lady found out I was buying it for a grown man, she really recommended against the owl. Oh, well. And I got my mom a sakura pin (that she probably didn't want) for watching the kids all weekend.
Eddie dropped me off - sick, sweaty and exhausted - at the mall, where Josh was book shopping. I waited for him to get done, and we drove home. The kids were supposed to meet us there at 6:30, but my mom called and said that they were running horribly late and had had to stop for emergency potty breaks and the dog almost got away.... One of those days. While we waited, Josh and I watched a few minutes of Twilight: New Moon. I gotta say....it's TERRIBLE! And I know I have some cousins who really worship Kristin Stewart, but either she is totally wrong for this role, or she can't act. It is impossible to sympathize with her and she is snotty an irritating, even in the parts where she's supposed to come of as sweet. I was just waiting to see what would happen if that same crew from the first movie came up with a budget, but it still had a soap opera sort of look to it. The music was better, but the writer still took liberties with the dialog that lost Twilight one of its few charms. I don't even know if I'm ever going to finish watching it. Then the kids came home, and my attention was all for them. Abbie was especially homesick on Monday.
When I was putting Abbie to bed, it came to my attention that my mom had shown them The Incredibles. I've never let them watch that. Too much violence, and too much sibling snottiness. I was upset. I came out after she was asleep and told Josh, who then informed me that he didn't have the energy to comfort me. I had just spent the weekend doing very physical shows, loading and unloading, getting no sleep at other people's houses AND I did it sick. But he doesn't have the energy. I totally wanted to poke him in the eye. Instead...I went to bed. In my own bed. Finally.
But it wasn't over!
Yesterday I babysat again. The day was actually not as crazy as I had thought. Abbie's dance class opened for registration, and I thought I was going to have to rush to the store and buy a leotard, then come back and make dinner and then somehow get Abbie to dance lessons. That was wrong. I called the place, and since she is going to be in the Monday class, I don't have to register until next Monday. WHEW! But I did have to babysit, and I do again today.
I'm curious. How many weeks in a row am I going to be babysitting? I was under the impression that last week was the end. Then, she forgot to pay me on Thursday and said, "Oh, I'll just bring it next time. Are Tuesday and Wednesday alright?"
Yesterday I decided that I was getting better. Today I'm not so sure. I think I'm just progressing. In a way, it's getting me closer to the end, but I think using the word "better" might be a little optimistic - even for me.
I need a day in bed. Badly. But it's not in the cards. I'm about to go and shower (I hope) and do a quick housecleaning for the girls. After they go, I'm going to have to go grocery shopping. You see...it never ends. But I'm definitely penciling in a nap on Thursday!!! Ho-ho!
Hope you are all having a good Wednesday. You should have lunch outside. It's going to be beautiful!!!