January 2007 - Posts
I cleaned from noon to 7 pm today. I can report my house is official cleanish.
I live in a suburb that as an accomodation for our property taxes, has
garbage pick up on the side of our house. Its a lovely feature, we
don't have to drag the trash to the street. However, there is one draw
back, in that our trash cans are gross. So every tuesday morning zule
and I peek out of our house to see if the trash guys will take all of
our trash. There is a three can per week limit. Usually, the dude will
leave the most disgusting can as the fourth unaccepted can of trash.
However, this morning he was in a giving mood and took all of our
trash. Yay!
Both the kids are exhausted. Poor dbot is going on four hours of sleep
over the past two days. I forced Sweatone to take a nap. That child
came out of the womb, slept for two months and never voluntarily slept
thereafter. He's a partier. Once, as a test, zule and I let him at 19
months stay up as long as he wanted. at 1.45 a.m., he finally fell over
and went to sleep. He loses his "smileys" at school over naps. I expect
he'll be the frat guy that never sleeps and gets straight a's the next
day in classes.
Out of nowhere Zule and I were afforded the opportunity to have the house to our selves. Yay! bonk chicka chicka.
We go to the pub at fourth street, to have dinner. I had a glass of
wine, Zule had water. The bartender never ever came back to take our
food order. It was bizarre. Also, I see a friend of mine (I think)
across the restaurant. I'm not too good with facial recognition and I
was not wearing my glasses, so it could have been anyone. So I called
him on my cell and surely, it was my friend.
We left the pub after waiting 35 minutes.
We finally got food at Sully's but it was too loud, b/c were too old.
We occupied ourselves by making fun of people. Which is basically our
pasttime.
We were in bed by 11.
Dbot went to a skating party tonite, with her friend. I get there, and
realize it was not for her middle school but for her former elementary
school. Realizing the "my mom is here" embarassment potential was much
less, I stayed with Sweatone and showed him how to roller skate. He was
so cute! His little legs were everywhere.
He is wearing a shirt that looks like a dress.
As I was blogging this, dbot called wondering where I was from the
rollerskating rink. I left over an hour ago. Apparently she thought I
was taking her home, and I thought her friend was. Luckily her friend
was still there and the parents will be able to drop D off. This cold
weather sucks balls.
I keep getting calls for a "mary anne". I got three this morning,
starting at 6:45 a.m. Listen, the bitch don't live here. I have no idea
why my cell is somehow tied in with this errant nurse person, but I
hope they get the point by my saying in an increasingly irritated tone
"YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER".
I took dbot some gloves and a scarf out of the goodwill of my
heart b/c I suspected she'd forgotten to take her own. When she got
home from school, she was still not wearing any. I said "where's the
gloves and scarf I dropped off".
Response: "ohhh, I did not know those were mine".
GRRRRRRR!
You have no idea of the longstanding and tedious effects of parenting
have had on zule and my sleep schedules (as well as law school, a new
business and general stressors). Really, aside from a few nights,
neither he nor I have had a good night's rest in three years. (In my
case four, b/c carrying that child in my body led to sleep deprivation
as well). For example, to show how truly exhausted both of us are at
any given time, zule and I had plans to go out for a few after the kids
were asleep to a local eatery. However, it is 10:36, and Sweatone has
still not gone to sleep. In fact, zule was supposed to put the boy to
sleep and then join me to go out. However, zule fell asleep, and the
boy came trotting downstairs pleased as punch at outwaiting his dad.
Zule woke back up and is trying to get Sweatone to go to sleep. Seaton
never slept. He is completely automatic for the people.
Sweatone's lack of need for sleep transcends anything I've ever seen.
In fact, he lost all of his "smileys" today at school b/c he would not
lie down and sleep. Personally, sleeping is to me the most wonderful
thing in the world, besides sex. Apparently that's a no go this evening
as well.
I have domestic relations at 9 a.m. Really, this is an ideal time to
discuss gay marriage, euthanasia and abortion. Everyone is sleepy as
hell. The chances of racous debate are slim to none.
I then have business orgs at 2:25, which is a dead class, b/c my
professor does not acknowledge any sentient life beyond his own during
the course. This professor grades our exams by taking a manilla
folder, with cutouts, and places it over our true false test and
decides from there who is failing. He has done this since he got sued
five years ago over an essay exam. He also drives a porch boxter and a
corvette. We presume his cock is tiny.
Lastly today, I have criminal procedure I. Its basically about
the constitutional underpinnings of criminal law. We are being taught
by an adjunct, which means we will learn practical knowledge, but have
no idea what the bar examiners are asking.
I also have "secured transactions". Your guess is as good as
mine. No one can find the text book, and a professor has yet to
be identified. I also have constitutional law II. The
class is boring, but for me an easy A.
Overall, a great set of classes.
It does mean zule has to be the primary parent on mondays and wednesdays, but that's good for the kids.
I always look forward to my school breaks, but by the end, I just want
to go back to school. I'm tired of leisure b/c I get really lazy.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good end of the school break day and I
will get some stuff done. I need to get some notebooks. Mostly, I miss
interacting with adults at school. My schedule is rock stupid.
Mondays and Wednesday's I'm at school till 7 at night, tuesdays one
class, thursday, two classes and friday, one class in the dead center
of the day. O well.
As of may, I'll be two years down, one to go.
I am looking for a summer job, actually, but have not heard back from
my wild cover letter and resume spree. I'm not exactly good at the
cover letter thing. One of mine indeed did say "here's your feared 'I
used to be your paralegal, now I want to be your clerk" as the opening
sentence.
I cannot spend another summer in the house, I'll just go nuts. If I
don't get a job I'm going to cancun or something for two months.
Sweatone got paper cuts on each of his hands off of the box Dbot's
guitar hero II came in. He's wandering around, and it looks like he has
stimata. School starts next week. For some reason, I have a class
at 9 a.m. monday and wednesday. This does not bode well.