A February Tueday

The bus is supposed to be here right now. Since timing the arrival of the bus is not an exact science, it would be interesting to make a chart and see how often it arrives at what time. That would be a good project for someone taking statistics. Or just for fun.

Yesterday was an interesting day. It started out, as one might expect, sleeping in bed. Sometime between 11:30 Sunday night and 4:00 Monday morning, Joseph crawled into bed. At 4:00, Seth did. Being sandwiched as I was between two boys and needed to use the bathroom, I wondered if I was going to get any more sleep. Seth finally asked, at about 4:30, if I would walk down to the bathroom with him because it scares him when Trista barks. I did. He went back to his own bed then and I pushed Joseph over and went back to bed. I didn’t sleep much and not until sometime after 5:00. Between then and 6:20, I slept enough to have a strange dream but I don’t remember it at the moment other than it was strange.

Then it was time to get up and make sure everyone was getting ready for school and all that fun morning activity. Joseph didn’t want to get up but when my alarm (phone) begins to crow (yes, like a rooster), it is time to get up and it did. Breakfast consisted of cereal and cinnamon rolls. The bus came and took my four youngest babies away for the day and I got ready for school.

The front steps needed to be shoveled so I did that while I was calling Scooter. She can’t see and the snow seems to make her confused as to where to go so she needs to be called. Constantly. Otherwise she won’t know where to go. As it was, she tried to go to the right of the steps which did not work. Paul said that there was a layer of frozen snow on the Jetta when he went out to quickly plow the driveway so I went out early to get the snow off the red car. It wasn’t frozen by then and came off rather quickly and easily. Before I did that, Joanna went to the doctor and work. They told her she’s hard to get a hold of. Well, not really, unless she’s at work and they cancel her appointments without tell her.

I went to school and on the way there thought to myself that everything was good—my paper was in my binder which was in my backpack and I had my book and water and it was a presentation anyway so I really didn’t even need the book. Then I got there and walked in and up to class. I got my binder out and realized it was the wrong one. Seriously? Oh my gosh! So I went up to Dr. Greenwood and asked what happens if we bring the wrong binder. He said it wasn’t a problem since he knows I’m a good student. So, I’ll take it in tomorrow with the next one. Unless it snows so much tonight (supposed to be up to one foot but I’ll believe that when I see it) that there is no class in which case I’ll take it next week. I’m hoping for tomorrow.

The presentation was good. There was an interesting article in the New York Times about the Obama’s and the Jackson’s (as in Jesse, specifically Jr.). I certainly won’t go into any detail but basically, while Obama was rising, Jackson was falling, and the two families did know each other, seemingly rather well.

After class was a luncheon for any honors students who wanted to attend. It is time for recertification of the program so there was a committee of honors faculty from other colleges. They had lots of questions to ask and just generally wanted to know how we felt, as students, about the program, what changes we might like to see, what works well for us, etc. It was interesting. There were only seven students and three of us were ‘nontraditional.’ I thought that was rather interesting.

Then I came home and worked a little on school stuff and the interrogatories for Paul. I don’t even know if he’ll want to send them in—he seems to care very little for such things. I was tired because I hadn’t really slept all that much so I didn’t accomplish much in the way of schoolwork and in doing just a little accounting I allowed myself to be very grumpy.

We had beans for supper and the boys were not exactly acting very well so I was very ready to send them to bed (it was a full moon yesterday so I suppose I should have been expecting it). We read a couple of sections and did not have any dessert or treats and I sent them upstairs to brush teeth and get ready for bed. Then they played for a while before actually being sent to bed.

Paul got home and only had three bags of groceries. That’s something of a miracle. I am still attempting to convince him that if a good deal is something that we do not need, will not use, or something we already have a lot of, it isn’t a good deal. To me, if it means that in two years I’m going to have to cut freezer burn off it, it isn’t a good deal. I understand where he’s coming from—he’s been without food before and he loves food—but that doesn’t change much. A good deal still isn’t always a good deal.

I was still tired so after looking at a few things for Management and feeling like my head was swimming, I went to bed. I did not delve into Middle Earth either but went right to sleep. Probably before 10:00.

This morning there was a beautiful sunrise but the camera and I missed it. My four youngest babies are already off. Paul is eating breakfast and reading news articles online. Laura and Joanna are still abed. I am sitting at the table with a cinnamon rolls and cup of milk along with my water. I’ve been slacking on water intake and decided that it will improve today. I have about six ounces to finish by 9:00 to be on track.

I hope you all have a spectacular day!