Weird.
I spent a good part of last night cleaning out the old fridge in the garage. (How do they get so dirty just sitting there?) Paul is out of town (in the Northeast) and so I did make Colin help me transport food. Heading out to the garage this morning for milk somehow felt like I was camping or something.
As I said, Paul is outta town. He is traveling through Massachusetts, Connecticut, etc., talking about cables, looking at cables; it's all about cables. He took a red eye out, which he almost never does. Between the lack of sleep and adjusting to his new "multiview perspective" glasses, I'm not sure how straight a line he could walk if he had to.
He'll be gone for a week--a week which is one of the hottest we've had all summer. Lovely. At least the bonus room air conditioner is at my beck and call.
I am supposed to be doing homework but I haven't done too much, yet. Maybe I'll fold some laundry instead.
The kids are just doing the school thing. Marley is running for vice president in her class. They have these elections every trimester. Only third graders can run for the top two positions. I always hate these elections. The teachers do a great job of teaching the kids about the democratic process and the responsibility of the positions. Yet I still hate when she doesn't win. She tried a couple of times last year before finally winning the Librarian post last year. There are, like, six kids running for VP. I can't take the stress!!!!
It seems like every day Colin is bringing home papers for me to sign with academic policies, attendance policies, etc. Each teacher has their own set of rules. English class looks like it will be challenging this year. There is a lot of reading, an actual research paper, etc. I hope Colin does better than I did in English my junior year. The irony is that I ended up being a literary studies major. I would love to go back and "redo" my junior year. I'd write the best research paper, EVER!
No pictures this week. If I could, I would have taken pictures of Marley doing her weird sleeptalking/walking thing. I don't know quite how to classify it. She doesn't really talk much and she isn't walking around. However, she will bolt right up in bed and look right at you but I know she isn't seeing anyone. Two nights ago, I walked past her room and found her standing up holding a portable fan and staring at it. I thought she was trying to turn it on but when I started talking to her, it was clear she was in La-La land. It took about five or six, "Go back to beds" before she finally did. She just kept looking at the fan, looking up at me, saying "huh?" in a really quiet voice and not moving. Bizarro. Hopefully she won't actually start sleepwalking. She'll trip on all the detritus (Vocabulary Word Alert!!!) that litters our floor and get a concussion or a broken limb or something. Sometime I'll record it and post it. She'll hate me, but you will all get a good laugh over it!
Until next week...
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