a day that went all over
Sep. 8th, 2011 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieI was up at an obscenely early hour to take my nice Mother to the airport. My brother flew our Mother out to New York so that she could see him, meet his girlfriend (who sounds like one incredibly awesome intelligent lady) and their dog. My Mom said that Tom is really excited about her meeting the dog. Tom has become a dog person. The kind of person (since the dog is a small french bulldog puppy) who carries a dog around in a bag at times. Yeah. We laugh. My Mother's flight was at six am and so that meant we had to be there a little after 4am. Oh sweet lord that was painful. Though the traffic is non-existent at that hour and I listened to some Django Reinhardt on the way home. A small aside but when I was growing up and training to be a ballet dancer (yes. seriously) one of my dance partners was named Django after gypsy guitarist. My partner was actually pretty good at lifts. I never felt like he was going to drop me. (a useful thing) He is now an Irish Fiddle player.
So anyways that was the beginning of my day. I came home and Miss Biscuit wasn't quite interested in sleep but she did cuddle up with me and didn't slap me around like she was auditioning for a Scorsese movie and for that I thank her. Much of the day was spent trying to keep the calm. Both the kids were wound up about this and that and so I did my best to sooth their frayed nerves. My nerves apparently took the day off. Which was okay. I made cookies, entertained small people, chased bees with Miss Biscuit and we read stories and stuff.
My poor Mother had a significant delay in Denver. The other time she went through Denver she had a long horrible delay. (much worse than this one) It has colored her view of the airport/city. She did make it to NYC and of course the threat level has been increased there. Sure you could blame it on 9/11 but really it is because a slightly irritated lady showed up in town and she has no patience for bullshit. So steer clear of her. Unless you have yarn.
Tonight I had to do the parent meeting for preschool. Good lord I was tired. Oh so tired. Blah blah pre-school. I learned something new though. Our parent educator (who leads our parent meetings and observes our class now and then) was Bill Gates' fifth grade teacher. True story. She is really great and was incredibly helpful and encouraging when it came to Senor Onion; especially when I was filled with a lot of doubt about what I was doing as a parent. There were also cookies at the meeting. The class meeting was nice since we were organized as hell and got most things sorted via email and google docs/groups. High fives for the internet. We spent the rest of the time making jokes about snack. This is a class where I think the parents aren't wound up about snack.
I think I am going to have a cookie, a bath and then read more of Westwood. (YES the Stella Gibbons book.)
So anyways that was the beginning of my day. I came home and Miss Biscuit wasn't quite interested in sleep but she did cuddle up with me and didn't slap me around like she was auditioning for a Scorsese movie and for that I thank her. Much of the day was spent trying to keep the calm. Both the kids were wound up about this and that and so I did my best to sooth their frayed nerves. My nerves apparently took the day off. Which was okay. I made cookies, entertained small people, chased bees with Miss Biscuit and we read stories and stuff.
My poor Mother had a significant delay in Denver. The other time she went through Denver she had a long horrible delay. (much worse than this one) It has colored her view of the airport/city. She did make it to NYC and of course the threat level has been increased there. Sure you could blame it on 9/11 but really it is because a slightly irritated lady showed up in town and she has no patience for bullshit. So steer clear of her. Unless you have yarn.
Tonight I had to do the parent meeting for preschool. Good lord I was tired. Oh so tired. Blah blah pre-school. I learned something new though. Our parent educator (who leads our parent meetings and observes our class now and then) was Bill Gates' fifth grade teacher. True story. She is really great and was incredibly helpful and encouraging when it came to Senor Onion; especially when I was filled with a lot of doubt about what I was doing as a parent. There were also cookies at the meeting. The class meeting was nice since we were organized as hell and got most things sorted via email and google docs/groups. High fives for the internet. We spent the rest of the time making jokes about snack. This is a class where I think the parents aren't wound up about snack.
I think I am going to have a cookie, a bath and then read more of Westwood. (YES the Stella Gibbons book.)
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Date: 2011-09-09 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-09 01:37 pm (UTC)Thankfully the kid will now play downstairs for a bit before booting down the door. "MOMMA. MY TUMMY'S RUMBLING!"
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Date: 2011-09-10 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-10 01:13 am (UTC)"MOTHER! WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH FUCKING YOU? GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND OUT OF THIS FUCKING BED BEFORE I SLAP YOU ONE YOU HOOOOOR! AND WHERE'S MY FUCKING MAISY DOLL BITCH?"
Oh lord. I could picture my kid doing that. Thankfully I keep all my swearing for after hours.
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Date: 2011-09-10 10:53 pm (UTC)