I blame Rick for making my ovaries explode.

Loss of gravity?

I had no idea.

Eta I'm actually lying down right now. Don't feel any lighter.

Other than my dad trying to help with advanced math in HS (so fraught), I don't remember a lot of help with homework. I do remember my mom helping me prank people though.

The fraught times with my mom were over 4H projects, especially sewing. I accepted school as my job but sewing brought out the don't wanna.

Speaking of homework, I hope the Loyola students are burdened with it soon. It helps keep the neighborhood relatively quiet.

My friend showed up and we worked on the grant together, but that meant leaving poor Franny to finish up her homework on her own. And she wrote a paragraph for English that sort of failed to get the point of the book she's reading, so I skimmed the back of the book and figured out a few basic things about the setting, gave those pieces to her. Then she and her father printed it and DONE. Probably not very good, but good enough. Will have to do anyway.

Grant is coming together, but still has a lot of work left to do. Showed her how to work on it together in Google drive. She had never done it that way before but OMG makes collaboration so much easier.

I had to skip and skim this week, it's been insane. But it's the last week as a contractor--probably ever. Which is great. And also my kitchen looks awesome and the floors are going to be beautiful.

And tomorrow I fly to England! For three weeks! Of green rainy hills and wet feet and tiny English pubs and cream teas.

And when I come home, my kitchen will be done and I will start my new-old job.

So it's been a good month, and I wish I could share the good luck with people. I waft it towards all the Buffistas who need it. ::wafts gently::

Yay, England! Yay, good month. You totally deserve it.

So, man, band rehearsal was really good tonight. But the dude whose band it is brought this chick (who was totally awesome, no problem there) and I was all, wait, that's not the same chick as the one who came over to dinner that one time, right? Millennial dating life, man. I'm glad I'm not doing it.

Consuela, you've had lots of bumps on the journey in the last while, so a good month is well deserved.

Yay, Consuela! Enjoy!

Parenting is hard, but so is being parented. And having a Grace means never really hoping for As, or sports, or much of any outward show of success, except for having a lovely kid with a sometimes lovely personality.

Though frankly, I see shades of her 13 year-old-ness ascending and I predict that I will be infuriated by her soon enough. Wednesday she was so angry with me for telling her to go play with her brother, she slammed the screen door hard enough to knock two of the three screws off of the frame that holds the door in place.