So. Week one down of school. Yeah, I know: two days is hardly the first week, but I think it counts. Both kids did well, according to their teachers. I'm hopeful for the rest of the year, in some respects, but the imp went into it sick and subdued (a cold), and the pixie picked it up from the imp as of yesterday.
For that matter, so did I. As I'm sitting here, typing this, an hour after the kids went to bed, I have a lemon and honey and honey whiskey hot toddy at my left elbow.
I think the imp is settling into the new routine (and school is incredibly helpful with that). Yes, he's still whiny and a little prone to weeping and tantrums, but it's lessening as the boundaries don't change, and he gets used to Daddy going to work just before he leaves for school, and getting home right around supper time.
He's getting bigger, and some things that used to bother him worse in the past don't seem to bother him as much anymore. Others...not so much.
One thing the imp is absolutely delighted by is his first loose tooth. He spends a lot of time wiggling it.
How is the pixie taking the changes? Quite well, I do believe. She hasn't seemed upset by anything. In fact, she loves seeing Daddy in his work clothes: "Oh, Daddy, you look so handsome!"
I think she's also adjusting well to the five day per week pre-K. She doesn't thrive in daily routines like the imp does, but it certainly does her no harm.
The cats...are adjusting. Both of them get a little bit clingy with the kids as soon as they get home, but that doesn't last too long. I mean, yeah. Cats.
Speaking of cats, Cricket forgot how to cat yet again, yesterday. She flung herself from the arm of the couch into the kitchen (crossing around four feet of carpet without touching the floor), skidded all the length of the kitchen, and body-slammed the bottom of a folded-up stepstool...which toppled over and squished a kitty. I chased her down and ensured that nothing was actually hurt but her non-existent dignity (and it wasn't...seriously). And after ensuring that she had nothing worse than bruises, I had a good, hard laugh at the scramble.
Monday, I start back. I've got both sites all set up, so all I have to do is get the kids dropped off, get myself in and parked, then walk across the campus--twice--to check in at the department, then go teach my classes. Think I'm wearing these instead of these for that first day. I also have the stuff I need printed already stuck in my class binder. I'll need to take in a couple of books to leave in my classroom for student use and reference.
I'll also need to figure out where I'm holding my office hours. I do not want to share a large space with many desks and many leftist leaning, well-meaning morons with whom I get along (for the most part) until politics comes up. I'd rather have a small room all to myself...maybe I'll talk to the library secretary about reserving one of the small study rooms for a couple of hours per class day...
I'm still working on writing. It's taken a bit of a back seat to the mad scramble to get the new routines set. And we're still working on that--it's a bit of a change to have to get up a bit before six to get myself ready, then the kids, then the kids' and husband's lunches (one kid eats at the school, the other in the car on the way home from school), and then get my coffee and catch my breath. I've been crashing by ten or before for the past week, and that cuts into my kids are sleeping writing time. Thankfully, office hours will fix that.
Once I get my music transferred from either the old laptop or the flash drive acting as a music player in the Subaru, that is. I got most of it transferred, but somehow missed grabbing Starset's Transmissions album.
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