CJ demanded that I blog today. Hmph.
One of my kids has had strep. Again. She’s finally back at school, and I am fighting the funk big time. Last week I went to a spinning class for the first time in about 18 months and loved it, but haven’t been back since. I’m frustrated and rut-y. The construction people are still working on our house. So far the siding looks fabulous but I’m irritated that they don’t seem to get one whole area done at a time. It’s sort of like I am doing the work myself because that’s how I do things–in bits and pieces.
Another irritant–literally–is the cigarette smoke. I support the right for adults to smoke cigarettes on their own property, and for business owners to choose to let them do so. I don’t mind if these guys smoke at their car or on the driveway (the kids aren’t allowed to hang out there now, obviously, with all the equipment there). But they smoked right in front of my front door when they were working on the front siding, so when the door opened it was like an ashtray. They even smoked on the ladders when working on the windows, letting the smoke come in. It was nasty. If I wanted a house that smelled like cigarettes, I’d smoke inside, thanks. Or invite someone who smokes to smoke inside. But most of the smokers I know hate the smell and don’t smoke in their own houses. Imagine.
I have been subbing in high schools and it’s awesome. I go back at the end of the week again. I can’t wait until my husband can drive his car again (four more weeks, the doctor says) and the renovation is through so I can work more. His job situation is still up in the air and it’s an endless source of bad feelings. Not because he’s done something wrong. I just don’t understand the “business world” I guess. Things that are common courtesy in everyday life seem to be thrown out the window in corporate situations.
See, nothing interesting. I go to my head doctor on Monday and will ask to up my stimulant dose. I think it’s time. This weekend my daughters are going to my sister-in-law’s for a big sleepover, so we are giong to paint my son’s bedroom and I may take him to see Coraline in 3D. I am dying to see it. I even have a metal Coraline lunchbox with a matching Thermos. And now I have six or eight weeks until Fringe comes back, so I will have to make do with Big Love, Sarah Connor, and the new show Dollhouse until then.