30 January
So, this morning I woke up at 10.30, realized that I could make it to breakfast at the McDonald's around the corner from my house, so I threw on some clothes and went over there and there was kind of a line, but it wasn't 11a yet, so I thought that I was pretty safe.
So, I was next but one and it was 10.50, which was cutting it pretty close, and the manager came to the counter and said to the girl "Alright, no more breakfast except for those two Egg McMuffins and those hotcakes that are already up," and I said "No more breakfast?" kind of in shock, but I would have left it at that, but the woman behind me piped up "What about the people who are already in line?" and I said "You know, it's not even eleven o'clock!!" and she said "This isn't fair!"
The natives were getting restless, the jungle drums were beating, so, cowed, the manager agreed to give us all breakfast, since they had not run out or anything, and, in case I have not made it clear enough yet, it was not even eleven o'clock!!
I turned to the woman behind me, the one who had made it possible for me to get breakfast this morning, and said "I always tell kids that you don't get anything by whining, but clearly, I was entirely wrong! Whining gets results!"
So yesterday at work, it was time for my to finish up the dreaded 1099s!
I had 42 ready and 5 not, so we just decided to go with the 42, and I said "where is the 1096 form?" which is the top page that you send to the government along with the 1099s.
Of course, nobody had gotten that form, so I sent the janitor out to the closest stationery shop, and he came back an hour later, empty handed. I knew that they are freely available at every stationery shop in the land, especially in January, before anyone has a chance to run out of them, so I was pretty certain that he made a mistake, so I went out myself to the store on the east side where we went last year, and, since I was out anyway, I decided to have lunch and go shopping and things, and came back to the office two hours later.
Ah well, I don't feel guilty, as it did take simply ages to get across town, and it was a really nice day. And it was Friday! People are supposed to goof off on Fridays, but I'm usually too busy to do so.
Then Cynthia picked me up in the car so that I could babysit her monsters so that she and Fran could go see the Golden Gloves, as one of the guys from their dojo was fighting. As it turned out later, he was given a by because his opponent didn't show up, but they got to watch big sweaty men hit each other, so they were happy anyway.
Katie was at her dad's, so I just had Molly and Bonnie, and I stuffed macaroni and cheese down their throats and watched Jeopardy, then Molly basically put herself to bed!
The last time I babysat, Molly asked if it was time for bed and I said no, but ten minutes later I looked at the clock and realized that it was later than I had thought, so I said "Remember when I said that it wasn't time for bed, Molls? Well, I was wrong, it is time for bed!" then I ducked, because I was expecting hysterics.
"Okay!" she said, and went up to bed!
I was certain that it was an aberration, but last night at 7.45p, Molly said that she wanted to get a game and play it with me, and I said "It's almost time for bed, I don't think that we have time for a game!" so she went upstairs and called down to me "Come help me get my nightgown!"
So, lugging Bonnie, who was wriggling like a seal, I went upstairs and helped her with her nightgown and she went to the potty and brushed her teeth and asked me to sing a Jesus song, like Mommy does (I went with the popular "Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so"), refuses any encores, and went to sleep!
I was astonished! Perhaps the whole "bedtime coming as a shock and betrayal every single night" thing is over forever! Well, of course, she is three after all, bedtime weepies are for little kids.
Bonnie, on the other hand...
I rocked her to sleep and put her in her car seat and she slept for a couple of hours, but then woke in tears and refused to go back down. She would sleep, actually, but only if I were holding her, any attempt to put her into the seat was met with screams of rage on her part.
The Callahans have no cribs, you see, they are a crib-free household--whomever happens to be the baby sleeps in the bed with Cynthia and Fran (makes night feedings easier when you don't have to actually get up to get the baby), and when they are old enough they get a bed, skipping the whole crib thing altogether.
Which is all very well and good, except for when Bonnie decides that she did not want to sleep in the car seat (where she sleeps before Mommy and Daddy go to bed, too), because she wants to sleep on her tummy! So I was on the sofa, trying to work on the laptop with Bonnie sleeping crossways on my lap, when the phone rang, but I couldn't answer, because I couldn't get up!
The third time the phone had rung (I knew that it was Cynthia), I managed to get up and get to the phone, and I told her of my predicament and she suggested pulling out one of the big chair cushions and putting her face down on that.
Worked a treat!
Today's horoscope:
Experiment with food today! Try out that new dish you've been thinking about. You may entertain friends or have family taste-test.
One year ago today:
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