I want to go to bed, but Casper is not home yet. (She's at a roller-skating birthday party.) I feel really pathetic for wanting to go to bed before my 9 year old gets home.

"Raisins are humiliated grapes." - Benny and Joon.

I did not go out of my way to de-onerous, but my bathroom is sparkly and the bedroom floor is clean. Er. And the clean laundry is hung, folded, and put away. I did call and order tabbed dividers for my paper planner. I like my paper planner. It's also something of a scrapbook, a commonplace book, and using it is comforting and familiar and tactile.

But you can't order the dividers from the catalogue, must make an actual phone call. I always order sets for two years, that way it halves the necessity for speaking to a human on the phone.

Friday night = red wine, and the kids decided that first day of Thanksgiving Break = watching Harry Potter. So that's where my afternoon went. oops.

So, when I was in NH for Sandy, I totally didn't call my older brother to let him know I was in town. Or, I did, the call failed, and I never tried again on the house phone. While touring the garden, my mother kept dropping hints that he'd been a bad boy of late, which furthered my lack of desire to seek out his company.

And then he texted me Monday to ask why I hadn't let him know I was in town. Which I totally didn't respond to because the truth was too painful.

He texted and called tonight, and I returned the call, and he accepted my excuses and we pretended that I hadn't totally avoided him. It was much less traumatic than I thought it would be.

But, god, having a fake relationship kills me. I just wish he'd disappear forever. It's horrible. But he's such a fake non-person. And I know that if I cut ties my parents will forsake me, because they are giant enablers. But they laugh when they say they lock up the check books when he visits, like it's actually funny. Sometimes I wonder if I'd get more financial support if I were a giant lying stealing fuckup.

Eastern Time Zone Bedtime Check-In:

I'm in bed, too. 10:03 pm. But I'll probably read for at least an hour. Still, I'm in bed.

My dinner won't be ready for another hour (and is not pizza). Poor planning on my part.

I had my Friday night thimbleful of wine, though!

Eta: and my living room is actually close to arranged like I want it, just not at all tidy.

Had Grace's PT conference today. She's doing fine in language arts and is behind on math (not surprising). So now we have to do math catch up. Noah, though, is now moving into division from multiplication.

Then we went to PF Changs where I had a cocktail. I am now ready to go to bed (was up late with Grace).

Ugh.

DIVISION?

Kat, did you trade him in for an adolescent or something?

Meanwhile, I'm so freaking happy about Grace--I know they're old, because she's really made leaps and bounds since the last time I saw her.

I am remarkably less tense about the racism discussion on IO9 than I thought I was going to be. I feel if I stress that the demographics cast don't match the pool of available actors or plausible populations for the fictional communities, aren't we really done talking?

But then someone says something like "Well, Japanese directors cast more Japanese actors"...Wait, I forgot to yell at them for conflating white and American. I'll be back in a bit.

Division? Seriously? Wow!

ita, nope. He's just really into math. Grace isn't. And it might be that Noah is willing to do the math for her. While we were waiting at PF Chang's I made a coin board and we sorted coins. Grace went really slowly and didn't get them all right. Noah zipped through then said, "I have 2 quarters and 5 dimes. They're equal." Then we talked about adding all of his coins and dividing it fairly between the four of us. He knows some of his multiplication facts and gets that dividing is about splitting things equally.

I have off next week. WOOT.