I'm up, as is Emeline, though Emeline will not be going to school today. She got up at 1:30 am because she'd had a bad dream she was "lost". This may not be surprising as she's been pushing a 100+ degree fever all weekend. We gave her children's Motrin and she promptly threw up (we suspect it went down the wrong pipe when she tried to take it and it all snowballed...or whatever...from there). So today Aims is calling in (finally...she's been sick all last week and has been a real trouper for her work, dragging her ass in when she felt like hammered shit death because another woman in her office was out) and will be aiding me in Emeline care and we're taking sweet Em to the doctor a little bit later.
In the meantime I bide a while with you, sweet Buffistas, while waiting for Em's school to turn off their answering machine that I may, you know, let them know Em won't be coming in today and possibly tomorrow. I've already alerted day care.
Parents; we do more before 8 am than any fucking Marine.
I slept well without my usual sleep aide. I woke up early to take CJ to the bus at 6am. He is headed up to the big snow for an all day snowboarding lesson and fun. Now I'm kicking it until it is time to head to work. Oh, joy.
I don't think my brain ever stopped working last night. It was engaged until well after midnight. Then I woke up and was having ideas all over again. I had to get them down so I wouldn't forget them. While I'm glad the brain is engaged, as I have lots to do, I'd like a little more sleep!
It's snowing. HOW IS IT SNOWING??? It was 60 degrees yesterday!
Wow. We're still having the balmy down here. Freaky mountain weather.
Parents; we do more before 8 am than any fucking Marine.
No shit. Fucking crazy, man. I hope the Emeline gets better, and the Aimee too.
There are no words to describe how much I don't want to go to work this morning.
First order of business for the day? Cleaning up and owning up to a massive error I made back in December (one I didn't realize I'd made until I made the mistake of checking my work email on Saturday morning). Gah.
Also, full of gronk from the change to DST. That does not help.
owning up to a massive error I made back in December
This always sucks. A true test of character, I guess -- we support you in email, Anne. Er, metaphorically. In the way that's not in email at all.
Shit!
Today I have a proposal due for a the big paper for one of my classes. But, I totally forgot about it.
I officially have too many balls in the air. Things keep dropping. UGH.
Is it horrible to be thankful that I'm not longer dating? Now I can just curl up with my new desk and do nothing but work for the next two months and 19 days.
I'm glad that Aimee is finally able to take some sick time! Hope your family rallies soon, MM.
Spring break, I don' wanna work at all. But this is my week to get ahead on stuff. Ugh.
Pill popping sleep junkies, jonesing for a wink.
I'm pretty sure Hec was facetious and mock-rebuking.
