I had to get up at twenty 'til seven this morning. The imp woke up cold, got up, and came and knocked on our bedroom door. I got him back to bed, got in with him by his request, and got him back to sleep, but I didn't get much more. The child doesn't stop moving even in his sleep.
The pixie has gotten a lot more interested in books, lately. She's not careful enough to be permitted to look at picture books with paper pages, and has torn several of the imp's half-worn-out board books in half along the spine.
I can't sit between them and read to them--they fight over me, and fight over the books.
At least I already know both kids are going to be book addicts like their parents.
I had it reinforced last night that one of my cats might well turn wino if she has a chance. I spent yesterday feeling like my throat was coated with a thick layer of phlegm, and fixed myself a hot toddy last night. I had to chase the cat out of it three times before I gave up and lured her and her sister back to the pantry with food.
I got papers graded last week--did you know that I actually had one student write a fifteen page micro essay? Yeah...I wrote shorter papers (presentation length) in grad school. This weekend, all I've got to grade is the standard busy work. Which I need to get on, so I'll see if I can figure out anything to write about later.
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