I can hear him saying, "OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand" as they walk down the stairs.
SO adorable.
And I love the Birnam Wood joke. Hee!
Yay for Em in pre-school! Such a big girl, I just can't believe it.
Bonny, I hope it all goes well.
I have just finished the last of the 53 first drafts that were turned in Monday and Tuesday. YAY! I am so proud of myself for buckling down and getting them done by my (self-imposed) deadline!
Of course I have some stragglers--five students turned their drafts in late today and will have to be dealt with this weekend--but that's nothing compared to what I've been doing each night.
You rock, Kristin! That's seriously awesome.
Hope you get to see the nephews, sj. I forgot to all my niece yesterday, her birthday. She won't really care, but still.
Good luck with the landlord, Beej.
Whew, three cups of coffee and I can manage more than one thought per post!
I have nothing to say, really, except hello.
Hi, Stephanie. I hope your today is loads better than yesterday.
Go, Kristin!
Go, vw!
Go nephews, sj!
He went upstairs to get his sister when she woke up a few minutes ago and I can hear him saying, "OK, Owibia, take a hold of my hand" as they walk down the stairs.
Go, Owen! You just made my day.
Thanks for the ~ma, everyone.
Bonny, in your shoes, I would be feeling anxious because it seems like one of those situations in which if you could just figure what the magic words that work on the landlord will be (which may be different than those of any other landlord in any other story you have heard) you could cause the outcome to be what you want. But you have no assurance of having those exact, right, perfect words. There's an illusion of control, and the fear that if you cannot control the situation sufficiently it is because you somehow deserve it, because you somehow are inadequate.
ETA: If this is what you are experiencing, even though you know how to pick apart those self-defeating bits of not-truth, they still plague even the strongest and wisest of us.
I hope your today is loads better than yesterday.
Yeah, I was pretty tired when we got home last night around 7:30. I'm also pretty tired today - I suppose leftover stress from yesterday. Supposedly they caught the guy and he only got $3K from the robbery.
I love the Owen story. So cute to see how nice he is to his sister.
I am having a moment of irrational anger. I would like it to go away.
(Passive aggressive, ungrateful student was, as usual, being passive aggressive and ungrateful. I guess it's not irrational anger, more like pointless, useless anger.)
Sorry, I edited and made you look crazy.
