So. It's 6:35am. I'm barely conscious. Mocha not quite cool enough to drink (only those tiny tongue-scalding sips that are very unsatisfying). I'm reelingly tired due to late nights cramming to get all my work done for my program. Scared that I won't get it done. Anyway . . .
The Princess is sick. She has what The Boy Wonder had last week -- fever up to 102 for no clear reason. Virus. Let it run its course. Oh joy. Midnight:30, we got her up to give her meds and she was 101.9 and talking her little silly head off. Chatterbox! I figured she'd sleep in some this morning but no. I can hear her in her room singing. I'm on the other side of the house, if I can hear her, Mr Wonderful can certainly hear her in the next room with the doors open. Heh.
The trouble is that tomorrow, The Princess has a HUGE field trip to Elkhorn Slough to see birds and experience the wildlife. Poor thing is totally bummed about possibly missing it. But, she's being brave. I told her I'd take her out if she can't go on the field trip and she's happy about that.
The Boy Wonder has been giving me fits. Don't know WHAT is up with him. Monday morning he didn't want to go to school. It was awful. Clinging to me, crying. His teacher (bless her!!!) had to hold him while I peeled myself off and left. Sigh. She called me in my room later to let me know that it took him 45 minutes to join the group. On the upside, it was Math that called him out of his funk. That's my boy. Last night he completely melted down after dinner. Crying miserably because "It wasn't fair that she got to sit on the rocker and he didn't." Of course since they were BOTH supposed to be eating their dinner, they didn't get much sympathy. I suspect he's picking up on my stress levels and showing me what it feels like to live with it. Swell.
I got the camera lens (telephoto) that I ordered for my camera yesterday. I'm not even opening the box until Saturday morning. It'll suck me in and I'll waste precious time I could be working. Sigh.
This too shall pass. This too shall pass.