My onerous task for today was making a fool of myself in front of upper management.
Did...did they make you wear a sombrero?
I am impressed with the ass-kicking onerosity doing around here.
I myself officially submitted Matilda's application for school placement next year, did some grocery shopping (not really onerous, but a task), took Emmett to the dentist (No Cavities!), and just fed Emmett his post-school, pre-dinner meal. I made him a cheeseburger, but first he ate a banana. And then he complained piteously that he's starving so I gave him an apple. And now he's going to starve to death before dinner, which is an entire hour and a half away.
He is now, officially, the incredible 14 y.o. food demolishing machine, in mid-growth-spurt.
He had finals week last week and got a B on his Science final (yay!), and a D+ on the Math final (boo!) and an A on health, and we're waiting breathlessly for his English grade since I prepped him for two hours for his in-class essay on Catcher in the Rye.
Good news: Deanna, his Krav teacher, has asked him to help her teach the kids' classes. That's a big deal! And definitely plays to his strengths of Plays Wells With Kids and loves Krav.
And now I have to do dishes and take out the trash.
Man, we're going to need a Sock Wrangling Day or something.
I need to buy new socks and cull the ones with holes.
Onerous sock day!
I do not have sock issues. I put all my dirty socks in a mesh bag, wash them in the bag and then match and put them away right then. Rarely lose socks that way. OH! I always have a pair toasting on a radiator. Waaaaaarm soooooooockssssss.
Boiling water with cinnamon on the stove. One, to get the humidity up (my nose is protesting the dry in a disconcerting manner) and two, it smells good and comforting when it is cold and snowy out!
The smartest sock-related thing I've ever done was buy multi-packs of white and black socks. I think I had to get men's. But it makes it so much easier!
I should still cull more of the rest of them.
Yeah, most of mine are black mens athletic socks bought in bulk. Or black sheer knee-highs.
I took the day off work to take my visiting 82-year-old mom out to Orange County to have lunch with her 89-year-old friend. Very nice and her friend is still lively of mind, but, lord, two elderly ladies do everything very SLOOOOOOWLY. Getting into the car and out of the car and into the restaurant and deciding what to eat--endless. Plus it was a 90-minute drive each way, so that was today for ya. Not really onerous, but definitely time consuming.
My onerous task for today was making a fool of myself in front of upper management.
Did...did they make you wear a sombrero?
That's an awfully *specific* example. What kind of places *have* you worked, Hec?
I am now eating cornbread and drinking wheat beer. Nummy!
I forgot to buy clementines at the store today. But I do have clementine soda. So that's something.
