Our long holiday weekend was so wonderful that I went into this Monday morning with a spring in my step. But I grew progressively less bouncy as the day wore on. Particularly in the afternoon, after school bus pick up time. The boy was uncooperative and cranky. Had to scrap my errand-running plans. At home he was in hysterics because I interrupted him, but I was just asking him to lower his voice as he was SHOUTING at me. We retreated into our separate corners to sulk and while there I received an email from his teacher. Informing me he’d been selected to be the student of the week, an honor which comes with a homework assignment, but: “he says that being student of the week is stupid, and he tells us he doesn’t want to do the poster. I hope that you will be able to coax him into doing it.” I did get him to complete his regularly scheduled spelling homework, but nothing more. And since he went to bed my busy brain has been all over the place, unable to focus on a damned thing. Realizing it’s December has me in a panic. There are projects I need to get cranking on before the new year. And don’t get me started about National Novel Writing Month. It is over now, but my novel isn’t. Thankfully I still have ideas/energy to put into it. Just not tonight. Tonight I am angsty and antsy and should probably just get unconscious.
Bonus: Rare squid with elbows, caught on camera. Totally looks fake.
Plus: Just discovered the Octopus Pie comic. And I like it.
And: I’ve now seen all six episodes of No Heroics, but it seems like that’s all there will be. It was an enjoyable run at least.