Emily, kids are much less likely to give gifts in the upper grade levels when they have multiple teachers
Oh, I know. But some of them do, so... I don't know, I was just weighing in.
A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend.
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Emily - Dec 19, 2008 5:08:32 am PST #5015 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Cashmere - Dec 19, 2008 5:13:12 am PST #5016 of 10000
Now tagless for your comfort.
I know O's teachers don't really expect anything. But with his issues, and considering how great his teachers are, I always want to show them a little extra appreciation.
Both kids have snotty, runny noses, wet coughs and Liv has pink eye on top of this sundae of suck. I'm keeping Owen home from school and we're skipping the Date Night babysitting at the gym.
The upside of this is that hopefully, they will be better by Christmas.
Barb - Dec 19, 2008 5:32:58 am PST #5017 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh, ugh, Cash.
Abby wound up staying home from school all week. She's a lot better, but is still extremely congested and has a tendency to get tired fast, so I figured no point in possibly making things worse by trying to send her to school. She'll have a lot of work to catch up on over the break, but luckily, she's a pretty self-motivated kid and it won't take a lot for her to get it done.
Nate's been a little pisser the last couple of days-- he's understandably jealous that his sister has stayed home. I've tried to impress upon him that staying home when you feel crappy isn't that much fun.
But still... twelve year-old boy. Not quite seeing it that way.
WindSparrow - Dec 19, 2008 5:44:43 am PST #5018 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Thbbpt to me. I was just gonna make a smart remark about Nate being so healthy he's never had extended sick days, to know how much a not-picnic it is. But then I realized that was a snotty thing to say.
SailAweigh - Dec 19, 2008 5:45:09 am PST #5019 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
As of 8:30 this morning we've had 8.8" of snow. Another 8-10 expected today. I need to go grocery shopping, I'm out of cat food. Blargh.
WindSparrow - Dec 19, 2008 5:50:06 am PST #5020 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Be careful out there, Sail.
Daniel just called me from the side of the road. He's ok, the car's ok, but the road - wow - not so ok, since he lost control of the vehicle and ended up in a ditch. So he had me call police dispatch to let them know he was going to call AAA, and they need not worry about him if anyone calls to report that he's there.
SailAweigh - Dec 19, 2008 5:51:39 am PST #5021 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Stay safe, Daniel!
Turns out I misundersood the forecast. Only one more inch predicted for today, total of 8-12" once the storm is gone. What a relief. I should be good for shopping this afternoon.
amych - Dec 19, 2008 5:52:25 am PST #5022 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Yipes, Daniel! Be safe!
Steph L. - Dec 19, 2008 6:09:21 am PST #5023 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
I have come down with a bad case of the bah humbugs and don't want to do any of the Christmas things this year.
Ah, you read my LJ, didn't you? (Or possibly you didn't; I was just trying to be simpatico.)
I'm not Grinch-y; I just *also* am lacking Christmas-y spirit. I know that taking 12 days of steroids for my back will fuck with my mood something severe, and I'm lucky that I'm just blah about Christmas, rather than weeping or raging or something.
I just can't get into it. Though we put the tree up last night -- if it had been up to me, I'd be fine with no tree, but I know it's important to The Boy -- and it IS pretty, and does make me smile. So there's that.
Today is the first of 10 days in a row that I'm off work (in the next 10, we're only open 2, due to the holiday and weekends and our weird Fridays off, so it's really only 2 vacation days), and I feel a little at loose ends.
I have stuff that needs to get done today -- picking up prescriptions, etc.-- and I have dinner plans with girlfriends tomorrow night, and then there's Christmas Eve and Christmas day, both of which involve family gatherings. But the rest of the time is unstructured, and instead of looking forward to it, I just feel futless.
I realize there are much worse problems to have than being off work for 10 days and not knowing what to do with oneself. It's just weird. I feel very unsettled.
Barb - Dec 19, 2008 6:15:15 am PST #5024 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
Thbbpt to me. I was just gonna make a smart remark about Nate being so healthy he's never had extended sick days, to know how much a not-picnic it is. But then I realized that was a snotty thing to say.
Eh, he needs a good thwap upside the head every now and again. And he's had his share of extended sickies, each of them gets them about once a year/every eighteen months. It's just he's so busy being miserable when he's sick, he doesn't remember afterward how very much it sucked.
Twelve year old boys are notoriously self-absorbed creatures.