Yesterday was the kids' classes' Christmas parties. My initial impulse was to keep them home.
I should have listened to that impulse. The imp got given red Kool-Aid. And he slowly and inevitably turned into a nasty little beast as the day went on.
The start of Christmas Break for the kids marks the end of the second quarter. The pixie doesn't get a grade card, as such...I think. The imp didn't really get one, but I can see his grades online. His grades have improved greatly (in everything except math, which he seems to have started kind of blowing off because it's easy for him), since he's passing without having to have the grades massaged. At this rate of improvement, he may well be ready for first grade by the end of the year.
And the pixie has two full weeks to recover from her back-to-back respiratory illnesses, caused by hanging around with thirteen other snuggly little germ incubators with no concept of personal boundaries.
She hasn't grown since September. Not even a little. She's had to use her reserves to try to fight off her constant illnesses instead of grow.
Shadow has been a right pain, recently. The random number generator inside the fuzz-covered little kitty skull has come up "sleep on sleeping person" lately, and when I put the pixie down for a nap, I have to shut the cat up in the back room (unless Odysseus is napping--in which case, I toss her in onto his ankles). If she's not doing that, she's chewing on plastic: the corners of wipes bags, Ziploc bags, trash bags hanging over the edge of the trash cans, Walmart bags...you name it, she's chewing on it.
Cricket has been more skittish than usual. I do not know what Shadow's been doing when the two are shut in the back room, but it's had an effect on Cricket's mental health.
We saw our Scotty dog at my mother's, yesterday. Didn't pet her much--she literally smells like a catfish. And, according to Mom this morning, the dog either ate something she shouldn't have while playing outside yesterday, or just got really upset, because she threw up in her crate last night.
Semester has been over for Odysseus and me for about a week, now. My student who'd gotten an incomplete last Spring finished out her work, and I got her grade change request turned in when I got my grades done.
And Odysseus...Odysseus pulled a 4.0 semester. Busted his ass to do it, since three of his four classes were upper division accounting classes (including auditing and tax accounting 1), but he did it.
I think I may have a good idea of why writing's stalled. First, I don't have the right music. And second...I tried to take the story in the wrong direction. I seem to do that a lot...
In any case, I think I can get back on the ball, now. Once the headache I woke up with goes the fuck away.
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