I'm home after 6 hours wrangling 2nd graders at our district STEM fair. Our class had 12 kids participate (on one project!) so there was a lot of cat-herding to do. I should be logging on to my work computer now since I have about 3 hours to myself, but I'm so tired I'm not sure I can be trusted to send professional sounding emails. (And I did schedule this as a full personal day off, so. Also I have to dye my hair. PRIORITIES I HAZ THEM.)

I did just book a trip to go to NC to stay with my nieces and nephew there so their parents can take their first, ever overnight trip together without the kids since their eldest was born almost 17 years ago!

What a great thing to do with your time, though!

But what should I get for lunch?

Burrito. t /scola

Not a burrito, but I am getting Frontera Grill! Guac and chips and a corn tamale plus limeaid. Yum!

Mmmmmm!

Excellent choice! There's also Xoco if you're in the market for a torta.

Omg. It is freezing freaking cold in here. The AC is on blast. I think after work (since I'll be back here Tuesday and Wednesday) I have to hit up Old Navy or somewhere and hope there's a super cheap fleece on sale. This is ridiculous.

I got a Panera broth bowl for lunch, which was good except that now I am wearing a nontrivial portion of it. I am having such a Monday today.

Timelies all!

Mothers' Day dinner went reasonably well, considering that the restaurant was overbooked. Our server was very nice, and did a lot to make up for the waiting we had to do. Only problem was when a different server tripped as he passed our table and splattered me with ketchup. I washed the top when I got home and it looks like it all came out.

Drove out to matti tuck and back on Saturday for 6 hour round trip. Drove up to NH for a whirlwind 12 hour round trip Sunday and Monday. Oldest son asked "why the hell are you here?" Um, to see Mom? Weeded her flower beds and slept on the sectional with Mom, which was hella comfy. Much better than my old bed that, even though oldest son isn't sleeping in anymore, the whole room is filled with his crisp and stinks of cigarettes.

Apparently he was detoxed completely in the ER and hasn't had a drink in three days and is very sleepy, so he was like a ghost during my short stay, which was relieving. Since my goal was Mom, I hugged him hello and goodbye and otherwise got away with ignoring him for the must part. I had to throw out the slice of pear he stole a bite if, though, it nauseated me that much.

I feel better having seen Mum's injuries for myself and her pain isn't terrible, which I'm glad for.

And now I'm armed with the info that I can do a 12 hour round trip in two days to satisfy family obligations without stressing myself.

Well, my afternoon turned into kind of a clusterfuck, but it all turned out OK in the end. I guess. Oy.