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grammarwomanI have no idea why this week has been such a hard march toward the end. Oh, wait, yes I do.
1) On Tuesday, there was a meeting with the Building Intervention Team at the Emperor's school, to discuss How Do You Solve a Problem Like the Emperor? I was expecting a few people, maybe three or four besides my husband, me, and the teacher. Instead, we walked into a small room with nine other people staring at us from around a conference table. Jeebus! Warn a person, why don't you? I have no idea if what we talked about will actually result in an improvement in the Emperor's behavior. But hey, at least a lot of people now know he's causing trouble! *headdesk*
2) We started a system last week with the Emperor's teacher so she can communicate to us in fairly concrete terms how he did, by breaking up the day into seven parts and rating his behavior on a zero to two star scale. Last Friday, he got 10 stars. Tuesday, after a three-day weekend, was 5. New grey hairs on my head? At least 50. At least he is reacting well to the loss of privileges, with minimum whining. Now if only he felt those losses pre-emptively, we'd be doing great.
3) It seems like a lot of people in my life are experiencing hard transitions. Even some of the happy endings will still lead to difficulties. I have not been getting enough sleep to build up an emotional buffer against the news, so I've been internalizing it all way too much. If I've seemed tired and/or grumpy in your direction, I'm really sorry. In the meantime, I'm stuck in the mental war of "Their shit is important, yours is trivial, so stop whining so much!" and feeling like a self-contained "The beatings will continue until morale improves."
4) I realized in recent babbling to people that this pregnancy thing, or really the lack thereof, has turned into this looming Issue in my head. What I need to do is go to the doctor and get checked out, to make sure that the equipment is functioning and that my lady parts haven't scarred over again. Yet I have this irrational fear that the doctor will scoff at me and insist that we're not trying hard enough and I need to lose weight first. That is, if she even has time for me - this OB/GYN is very popular because she's really good. I'm fairly certain that she would do neither, so evidently something on the inside of my head is busy making excuses and needs to be hauled out into the light and examined.
5) My house is a mess and my husband, who is at home almost full-time now, is not doing anything about it until I prod him. Then he gets snippy. Nyargh.
6) Work is fine, except for the co-worker who is being a major drag on the project and trying to blame everything and everyone but herself. I used to think her reputation for slow, overly-methodical work was unfairly projected on her by the rest of the department. Now I cringe every time she walks in my cube. Is there a TV show where someone gets an occupational make-over? I'd start with taking away her post-it notes, which she actually uses for her compulsive note-taking. *shudder*
Links! Getyer links here!
I have no idea what I'd do with it, if someone were to buy me this Merino Wool Celtic Ruana, aside from draping it over my couch and petting it. But it sure is pretty.
The Lego Advent Calendars are available at Amazon and for bonus Lego VIP points at Lego (Kingdoms collection here). We missed out on these last year, so I made sure to buy one right away for the Emperor.
These fannish snowflakes are INCREDIBLE. It makes me want to work on an SGA one, with puddlejumpers, the point of origin A, and a big old Stargate in the middle.
This photo shoot of women of size is gorgeous. I could wish that the makeup wasn't so severe, and that some of the clothes weren't so ridonkulous, but man! If magazines were bombarding us with images like these, maybe large women (myself included) would stop feeling like our bodies were disgusting aberrations of what beauty should be.
Almost time to go home. Let's see how much I can get done once I'm there.
1) On Tuesday, there was a meeting with the Building Intervention Team at the Emperor's school, to discuss How Do You Solve a Problem Like the Emperor? I was expecting a few people, maybe three or four besides my husband, me, and the teacher. Instead, we walked into a small room with nine other people staring at us from around a conference table. Jeebus! Warn a person, why don't you? I have no idea if what we talked about will actually result in an improvement in the Emperor's behavior. But hey, at least a lot of people now know he's causing trouble! *headdesk*
2) We started a system last week with the Emperor's teacher so she can communicate to us in fairly concrete terms how he did, by breaking up the day into seven parts and rating his behavior on a zero to two star scale. Last Friday, he got 10 stars. Tuesday, after a three-day weekend, was 5. New grey hairs on my head? At least 50. At least he is reacting well to the loss of privileges, with minimum whining. Now if only he felt those losses pre-emptively, we'd be doing great.
3) It seems like a lot of people in my life are experiencing hard transitions. Even some of the happy endings will still lead to difficulties. I have not been getting enough sleep to build up an emotional buffer against the news, so I've been internalizing it all way too much. If I've seemed tired and/or grumpy in your direction, I'm really sorry. In the meantime, I'm stuck in the mental war of "Their shit is important, yours is trivial, so stop whining so much!" and feeling like a self-contained "The beatings will continue until morale improves."
4) I realized in recent babbling to people that this pregnancy thing, or really the lack thereof, has turned into this looming Issue in my head. What I need to do is go to the doctor and get checked out, to make sure that the equipment is functioning and that my lady parts haven't scarred over again. Yet I have this irrational fear that the doctor will scoff at me and insist that we're not trying hard enough and I need to lose weight first. That is, if she even has time for me - this OB/GYN is very popular because she's really good. I'm fairly certain that she would do neither, so evidently something on the inside of my head is busy making excuses and needs to be hauled out into the light and examined.
5) My house is a mess and my husband, who is at home almost full-time now, is not doing anything about it until I prod him. Then he gets snippy. Nyargh.
6) Work is fine, except for the co-worker who is being a major drag on the project and trying to blame everything and everyone but herself. I used to think her reputation for slow, overly-methodical work was unfairly projected on her by the rest of the department. Now I cringe every time she walks in my cube. Is there a TV show where someone gets an occupational make-over? I'd start with taking away her post-it notes, which she actually uses for her compulsive note-taking. *shudder*
Links! Getyer links here!
I have no idea what I'd do with it, if someone were to buy me this Merino Wool Celtic Ruana, aside from draping it over my couch and petting it. But it sure is pretty.
The Lego Advent Calendars are available at Amazon and for bonus Lego VIP points at Lego (Kingdoms collection here). We missed out on these last year, so I made sure to buy one right away for the Emperor.
These fannish snowflakes are INCREDIBLE. It makes me want to work on an SGA one, with puddlejumpers, the point of origin A, and a big old Stargate in the middle.
This photo shoot of women of size is gorgeous. I could wish that the makeup wasn't so severe, and that some of the clothes weren't so ridonkulous, but man! If magazines were bombarding us with images like these, maybe large women (myself included) would stop feeling like our bodies were disgusting aberrations of what beauty should be.
Almost time to go home. Let's see how much I can get done once I'm there.
