Jilli! Awesome news! I was just thinking that really, you ought to be in kids' books - something somewhere between
The Magic Schoolbus
and
Petshop of Horrors.
(I'd be tempted to write them myself, in fact, were it not for the fact that you probably don't want to appear to be cosplaying yourself.)
Emmett found out there was no Santa Claus tonight. There were tears. And more tears.
Oh
noes!!!
Poor kid! God!
...although I
do
think the whole Santa Conspiracy is an important life lesson for kids. Yes, impossible though it seems, all the adults in the Western World
are
conspiring together to lie to you, and going to great and elaborate lengths. Authority Figures: Often Not To Be Trusted!
But, aw. Poor little guy.
Mind you, I have fond memories of the first Christmas where I was In On The Secret, and got to feel very grown up going through the motions for the benefit of my little sister. And after she'd gone to bed, Mum and Dad got a glass of sherry and a home-made mince pie or truffle or something, and a carrot, and I got to join in the ritual sipping and biting thing, to leave Evidence Of Santa. (I can't even remember whether we usually left out said things - I think Mum and Dad may just have said "yes, yes, we left out a mince pie for him, of course we did" when I was wee. But I vividly remember THAT occasion. It was very special and rites of passage-ish.)
Meanwhile, have just been reduced to tears (God, I cry
so
easily) by Cindy (of Blinvisible Sandwich Fame). Because she was weeping so heartbrokenly - and, you know, it was about something stupid - one of the other wee girls had told
another
wee girl that Cindy did something mean. And Cindy, with both other girls now departed, was in the loos weeping her heart out and denying it. She just takes things SO to heart - and although on the one hand I'm all - jings, get over it, kid! OtherKid will have forgotten all about it by now, and you're letting her remark wreck your day while she's off being happy somewhere. But on the other hand - you know, she's six, and it DOES feel huge to her. Poor mite.
I'm really quite Personal Bubble-ish, and don't tend to be very huggy/tactile with the kids (because in the UK you're not allowed to touch your students, point blank. Cuddling them is just opening yourself up to a whole lot of potential for law suits), but on this occasion I had to get down and give her a hug. Which just killed me. Poor little bugger. Gah. Cheer up, kid! It's the weekend! You're going home!
omg I just caught up on 160+ posts. And trying to pull a Meara on the iPod, yikes not easy. Can I just say please look at bigD's post about 10 upthread.
And I'm rather surprised none of the mr potato head strings made it to COMM. I was dying over here.
Bonny, thanks for the remedy. Funny I've done similiar with plain old vitamin c tablets. I'll send that doc tomorrow (hopefully)
Ok time to turn in. Tomorrow I scout out location fun for next years Orange County Fair. Woot.
'morning, Bitches. I'm spending my day packing my house . . . just me alone with the boxes and all our crap. I already feel sorry for my DH when he gets home tonight because of the mood I'll be in.
JZ, what everyone else has already said. Your time in the public employees' retirement fund and a significantly higher salary are solid reasons for telling the architects that you cannot sign on the dotted line. It's a language we all speak.
'morning! I've been here since 7am, because [nonprofit] wanted to send a news post out. They'd wanted to do it yesterday evening too. So I was working then. Which was fine, except that they couldn't decide whether they really wanted to send it out. So they didn't. Guess what I'm not doing so far this morning either?
Grumble.
Related: I have really beautiful antique roses on my desk from DH via the Superfresh (which, because I grew up in PA, I can't help calling the smACME) And coffee. A lot of coffee.
and someone just called me irascible.
I am pleased.
I've been madly working on a presentation all morning. I was supposed to be giving it at one o'clock, and only started it at nine this morning. But! The data projector has gone missing, so it's postponed until Monday! Yay! Saved by incompetence, once again.
sniff
Poor Emmett. I would say that's a hard one to learn, but I don't remember how (if) I ever found out Santa wasn't "real". Then again, I live in a perpetual state of denial, so maybe I'm still blocking it.
Example?
I refuse to believe that Emeline is THREE YEARS OLD TODAY!!
Three years ago RIGHT NOW, I was dialated 9 cm, 80% effaced, in the middle of active labor with my pitocin, epidural, and demerol.
I was also fast asleep and felt none of it.
(which, because I grew up in PA, I can't help calling the smACME)
Bwahaha!
Happy Birthday, Emeline! And Happy Not In Labor anymore Day to Aimee!
Happy birthday, beautiful Emeline!
Happy Demerolversary, Aimée!
Oh, JZ, what a tough situation. But, I'm just going to point to what everyone else said above.
I am having such a hard time waking up this morning. It may be related to what a difficult time I had going to sleep. It's so unusual for me. But, I have to get going, because I have to go to church in a bit to have me session with the peace-making group. Which, actually, I'm less than thrilled about. But, it's important, so...
