The kids had a good week, this past week. The imp is really shaping up, behavior wise. I'm really proud of him. His new kindergarten teacher knew him last year, and says that there's a huge difference in his emotional and mental maturity and readiness for school. I'm thankful for that.
The imp is settling into his new routine fairly nicely; however, he's starting to get up at five thirty or earlier to play before school. And he gets just loud enough to wake the pixie so that she comes to play with him.
It's not as big of a problem on school days: I get up sometime between 5:30 and 6:00. However, he also did that this morning. And got loud enough, more than once, to wake us up.
I put him down for a nap when I put the pixie down. And I explained to him that he'd gotten up far too early for him to have gotten enough sleep. He isn't happy, but I think he gets it. And he grew about an inch over the summer, when I was making him take naps every day, so...yeah. I think he's not getting enough sleep, not because his bedtime is too late, but because he gets up too early.
The pixie managed to hurt her foot--she tripped over one of the imp's toys, and managed to scrape between her littlest toe and the slightly bigger one next to it. She's been subdued and whiny, since--apparently, it hurts. A lot. Most of the time. Whether she's playing or sitting still.
Last weekend, we got a laser pointer to try to get the cats to play a bit more (especially Shadow, the fat one). It was...a dismal failure. Even Cricket didn't care to play with it. I might take it up for my sister to try out on her cat.
I have two classes full of engaged, interested students, this semester. I'm pleased. I'm much less pleased to have three or four single Muslim men between the ages of 17 and 40 in my classes, partially because I trust them a whole fuckton less than my colleagues do, and partially because they don't understand, speak, or write well in English. I mind them a lot less when they have no problems understanding the lecture, and can write a decent paper, because then I can interact with them a lot less.
So. This week was rather non-productive for office hours. Monday, I had to spend the first forty-five minutes rushing to the department to sign my contract, then back to the library...only to find that there was already a Comp II class in my classroom. Wednesday, I needed to run to IT, but couldn't on foot (and wouldn't in the car because campus is batshit insane for the first three weeks or so). It was raining. So, I scouted around and found a good place for office hours. It's the same as a couple of semesters ago, a cozy nook in the bottom floor that's fairly quiet and out of the way. Friday, since it was dry, I had to run over to the IT department and get them to set me up with internet access. Took up the first hour of my office hours again, but worth it.
I'll be starting standard office hours--and back into the writing--as of Monday. I'll have next week to go through and write, and then the week after, I'll be picking up papers.
Tuesday and Thursday, I drop the pixie off, come home, do housework that I can't do with "help" quickly or efficiently, then go pick her back up at noon. I haven't gotten caught up with that to the point that I can write, yet. I'm sure I'll eventually get there.
Yup. Routine. Settling. Getting frustrated, because the most I've been able to write is a few words here and there in my various draft books on three or four different projects.
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