Friday Night Journal

I’m ridiculously tired right now. Should head off to bed, but I’m too tired to brush my teeth. So, I’m playing solitaire and catching up on the blogs. I’m smart that way.

Worked until 3 last night. In the morning, I got my sorry ass out of bed, doled out three orange bowls of cheerios for me and the kids, applied gobs of undereye concealer, and went off to work. But I never made it there. We had a deluge of rain last night, and the local streams were overloaded with melting snow. I drove around for an hour trying to find an access road to the highway, but no luck. I called the office secretary from the side of the road and had her cancel class.

I spent the morning e-mailing midterm review sheets out to the students. The coffee wore off at around noon. I slept for an hour as the cleaning lady scoured my tub. How do you say “bourgeois pig” in Spanish?

Yeah, I finally broke down and hired someone to clean up around here twice a month. My bottom of my tub had become a petrie dish. You could make a full meal of the food particles around Ian’s kitchen chair. I had to bring in the cavalry.

Scooped the kids early from school and daycare. The rain had stopped, and the air smelled like spring. The boys ran into the garage for their bikes. I chased them around in the street.

Jonah spent an hour talking to a neighbor girl about Rome. Her hero is Hermione Granger, so she was up for a long discussion about the Gauls and Caesar. Might be true love.

Ian developed a new game, which he calls “Santa’s Sleigh.” It involves taking his comforter to the top of the stairs and sliding down. I see major head injuries in the future. I want to take a picture of it, but I’m trying to discourage this game.

Political posts tomorrow.