Sunday nights are lesson plan nights here at the McLernins house. Usually, I wait until the children are in bed, but today I was quite enterprising and plowed through the weekly plans while the kids watched a show on Netflix. I still need to type everything up and print it for tomorrow, along with prepping the folders for the week, but I’m glad to have the bulk of the work taken care of already.
Am I alone in noticing the “please validate my choices” stuff on the WTM forums lately? What’s up with that? I know there’s always an element of that in any parenting-related forum, but it has hit a crisis point lately. I should just make a post called “Everyone come and confirm my every choice is vastly superior to yours” and see if anyone gets it.
I recently finished Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger, author of one of my favorite books, The Time Traveler’s Wife. I must say, it didn’t leave me with that bittersweet sad/happy feeling I felt after The Time Traveler’s Wife. It did have brilliant pacing and a chilling, terrible (though beautifully written) climax. I felt haunted and heavy after finishing it.
Because I am a creature of grace and beauty, I potentially just blacked my own eye by whacking my face on the changing table. I’m wearing my glasses, which give me a horrid fish bowl view of the world, and when I leaned over to pick up a fallen baby wipe, BAM! Clocked myself in the zygomatic bone (see? injuries can be educational!) right at the rim of my ocular cavity. If I look like a boxer tomorrow, I’ll take pictures.
Badge the Beagle has digestive issues, for which he is taking his first trip to the vet while under our care. Room-clearing gas is one of the less pleasant symptoms. All I’m thinking is, “Oh please, oh please, don’t let it be parasites!” If it’s parasites, I’ll be pretty miffed, as he was supposed to be fully vetted and treated w/ parasite preventives while he was still w/ the rescue — the same rescue that took three weeks to send the finalized papers, and only then after about six emails from me. *hmph* Hopefully we’ll find a non-serious, non-parasitic cause to Tooty McTooterson’s stank gas, fluctuating appetite, and unpleasant poos soon.
We’re preparing for our Disney trip at the end of the month. I’m already starting to have mild panic attacks when I think about it. I love me some Disney, but it’s a big trip, with a lot of people, for a fairly long time. Yikes!
That’s all the (random) news that’s fit to print.
