Have you ever secretly wanted to do something more than you ever wanted anyone to know?! Have you ever been (maybe) given the opportunity to fulfill that dream?
I've always wanted to be in a musical..............Don't judge!
I tried out for the school play my Freshman year in high school. I had never taken any acting classes but I figured I should at least get a small part. I was cut in the first round. So I joined stage crew. I love theater and so at least I got the chance to be part of it without being part of it.
I did pit orchestra if it was a musical. That had a bit more visibility and got to be part of the action. My senior year when we did Taming of the Shrew the theater teacher asked if I was going to audition but I remembered how horrible it was the first time and I said no.
Life went on and my daughter really wanted to be in a theater class so I found one and both my kids started the road of performing. With me in the background helping with sets and doing whatever to be part but never be in it; always secretly wanting the chance.
About a month ago my son's piano teacher told me that A was directing the summer show at the park and that he really wanted to cast my husband as one of the leads and me as another. They also wanted my daughter for a part. I said "I can't sing, dance or act" He said, sure you can. So I stewed and contemplated and secretly wanted this to happen. As auditions approached I made more and more excuses but was told, just please show up for auditions! So I commandeered my son's voice lesson and learned a song. The voice teacher was so encouraging. I went to the audition and it felt pretty good. I coerced my husband into auditioning even though he was really unsure he could commit (I never mentioned that he does community theater frequently). I convinced my 17 yr old son to audition. Then I flew to St. Louis with the director knowing that I couldn't go to call backs since I was speaking at a conference.
I talked to my husband and he said they had all gone to callbacks and A asked Keegan if he also wanted to be in the show. So my husband said he was sure that we had all been cast. Last night while I was at work A called and my son talked to him. The message I got was that everyone had been cast except me. A was sorry he just didn't have a part for me...........
So what does that mean? I suck? I wasn't at callbacks so he just couldn't fit me in? He didn't think I could do it since my schedule is tight (I told him I could get my staff to take my classes). Whatever it means, I feel worse than I think I did when I was 14. I fully admit that I have been crying at my desk all day. I want to try again sometime- maybe take a few more lessons from Jen. But I hate feeling like a Freshman with glasses and braces who gets rejected just like Gaston (only Gaston deserved to be rejected )
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Death and Taxes!
My daughter moved out last June. This is probably a good thing despite the fact that I don't really like the situation all that much. But she is 20 and she is paying for rent on her own. sooooooo........
I didn't get to the taxes in a very speedy manner because I was swamped at work. The annual conference was on the 11& 12th of April. With having a new secretary it was complicated. Then there was the house from hell that I will have to recap later. So I finally did Kate's taxes last week. I emailed and facebooked her that she needed to come to my office to "sign" them. We all know I could have forged the whole thing and no one would have know but I needed her to be responsible and understand that this is not something you can just do when you get to it. Coming to my office required little effort. I work at the university she attends. But typical; she was flaky.
On Saturday night I had probably just fallen asleep when the phone rang. I jumped out of bed, turned on the lights and couldn't find the damn cordless phone. Luckily D was still up playing a game and answered the phone downstairs. I heard his say "I'm sure she is now" and then "mom Kate's on the phone" OK, she wasn't dead that was confirmed. So I went to the kitchen to find the other cordless- missing. My heart is racing because although it was confirmed she was alive why was she calling at midnight?! Shaking and trembling I went to the basement. D handed me the phone and there was Kate all bright and shiny "hey mom, sorry it's so late!" OK breathing again. "Hey, I just realized I never got back to you. I can come to your office on Monday at 11:30 to sign my taxes" Oh good hell. She calls at midnight when I have been bugging her for a week. I got back upstairs and told my husband that now that she was alive I was going to kill her.
The good news is that the lifelong learning credit for having a child in college is a SU-WEEET deal. For the first time in years I am getting a refund!
I didn't get to the taxes in a very speedy manner because I was swamped at work. The annual conference was on the 11& 12th of April. With having a new secretary it was complicated. Then there was the house from hell that I will have to recap later. So I finally did Kate's taxes last week. I emailed and facebooked her that she needed to come to my office to "sign" them. We all know I could have forged the whole thing and no one would have know but I needed her to be responsible and understand that this is not something you can just do when you get to it. Coming to my office required little effort. I work at the university she attends. But typical; she was flaky.
On Saturday night I had probably just fallen asleep when the phone rang. I jumped out of bed, turned on the lights and couldn't find the damn cordless phone. Luckily D was still up playing a game and answered the phone downstairs. I heard his say "I'm sure she is now" and then "mom Kate's on the phone" OK, she wasn't dead that was confirmed. So I went to the kitchen to find the other cordless- missing. My heart is racing because although it was confirmed she was alive why was she calling at midnight?! Shaking and trembling I went to the basement. D handed me the phone and there was Kate all bright and shiny "hey mom, sorry it's so late!" OK breathing again. "Hey, I just realized I never got back to you. I can come to your office on Monday at 11:30 to sign my taxes" Oh good hell. She calls at midnight when I have been bugging her for a week. I got back upstairs and told my husband that now that she was alive I was going to kill her.
The good news is that the lifelong learning credit for having a child in college is a SU-WEEET deal. For the first time in years I am getting a refund!
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Gets You When You Least Expect It!
I had an appointment for my mammogram this morning. I always schedule that at the cancer hospital across the bridge since I can just run over and come back. It takes less time than a lunch break since they are so efficient.
Its a beautiful building with marble floors and marble elevators; rounded walls that overlook the whole valley. The walkway is lined with large photographs from all over the world. And it is where my dad died 17 months ago..........
I know I have been up that way at least once or twice since then but this morning as I walked into the first hallway it brought back a flood of memories. Alot of them were good. I took my dad up to get lunch at the restaurant a few times. We walked slowly as its a long tunnel from one hospital to the next and talked about where we had been and where we would want to go. The photos are gorgeous!
I had met dad up there for a few of his appointments. We had talked about the possibilities and he was very positive that he would be OK. I wasn't but I didn't tell him.
Then there was that last week. I met him up there for the first (deadly) chemo treatment. Mom was there too this time and she was agitated. She doesn't like hospitals and sick people. It was during a time when she and I weren't really seeing eye to eye. She had hurt me and I was resentful. But I took her to lunch after we got dad settled. We spent two hours at lunch talking (good thing I am exempt). We cleared the air on a few things. She asked me if I thought he would live more than a year. I said no, most likely 6 months (I would have never thought six days). Then we went back and found out that they didn't have any good movies and he had gotten hooked up late so it would be about 4 more hours. I went and got a laptop from my office and got him set up on Netflix.
He made his final FB book that evening. He said he felt like the etrade baby being locked up all day.
The next time I went up there was the following Wed when we got the call that it was the end. At about 2 AM most of my sibs walked with me from that hospital to mine for the 24/7 Starbucks coffee. I still remember a lot of the conversations. The sadness but also the fact that we were all together. We too talked about the places we'd been and where we would like to go. (I think those pictures were put there for a reason)
Then at 10:27 AM after my out of state sister got here and said goodbye he slipped silently away with about 35 people in the room and the hallway. The police dept sent reps (he'd been their chaplain), our pastor was just a few minutes late, the bishop of the diocese made it just in time and said the final prayer, several cousins even made it in time. There we all stood in a circle around the bed praying the Our Father (it is the only time I have ever seen Fr. Dave cry) and letting him go. And then we all left in a daze..........
I think about that all the time. I still cry but not as much. I miss him terribly but have also moved forward. And yet walking in that hallway brought it all back. Luckily I was able to hold back my tears and not show up at mammography a bawling mess. I made it back to my office for that.
Its a beautiful building with marble floors and marble elevators; rounded walls that overlook the whole valley. The walkway is lined with large photographs from all over the world. And it is where my dad died 17 months ago..........
I know I have been up that way at least once or twice since then but this morning as I walked into the first hallway it brought back a flood of memories. Alot of them were good. I took my dad up to get lunch at the restaurant a few times. We walked slowly as its a long tunnel from one hospital to the next and talked about where we had been and where we would want to go. The photos are gorgeous!
I had met dad up there for a few of his appointments. We had talked about the possibilities and he was very positive that he would be OK. I wasn't but I didn't tell him.
Then there was that last week. I met him up there for the first (deadly) chemo treatment. Mom was there too this time and she was agitated. She doesn't like hospitals and sick people. It was during a time when she and I weren't really seeing eye to eye. She had hurt me and I was resentful. But I took her to lunch after we got dad settled. We spent two hours at lunch talking (good thing I am exempt). We cleared the air on a few things. She asked me if I thought he would live more than a year. I said no, most likely 6 months (I would have never thought six days). Then we went back and found out that they didn't have any good movies and he had gotten hooked up late so it would be about 4 more hours. I went and got a laptop from my office and got him set up on Netflix.
He made his final FB book that evening. He said he felt like the etrade baby being locked up all day.
The next time I went up there was the following Wed when we got the call that it was the end. At about 2 AM most of my sibs walked with me from that hospital to mine for the 24/7 Starbucks coffee. I still remember a lot of the conversations. The sadness but also the fact that we were all together. We too talked about the places we'd been and where we would like to go. (I think those pictures were put there for a reason)
Then at 10:27 AM after my out of state sister got here and said goodbye he slipped silently away with about 35 people in the room and the hallway. The police dept sent reps (he'd been their chaplain), our pastor was just a few minutes late, the bishop of the diocese made it just in time and said the final prayer, several cousins even made it in time. There we all stood in a circle around the bed praying the Our Father (it is the only time I have ever seen Fr. Dave cry) and letting him go. And then we all left in a daze..........
I think about that all the time. I still cry but not as much. I miss him terribly but have also moved forward. And yet walking in that hallway brought it all back. Luckily I was able to hold back my tears and not show up at mammography a bawling mess. I made it back to my office for that.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Pulling Babies from a Suitcase
and other crazy stuff from work........
Yesterday was a long one. I lost my presentation for Grand Rounds and had to re-write is quickly. It was on manual expression so it was easy and didn't need a lot of references but still it took time.
I was doing GR up north as a courtesy to another hospital so I had to go about 20 miles up there. Then I had to head out to our SW location to set up for a health fair. I loaded up my stuff and started on my day of driving and presenting.
When I got to the North hospital I pulled out my doll and breast model quickly and ran in. (I was running late) Didn't think much about it until I got to the door and the valet said it looked like I was carrying a real baby by the arm. Good thing he didn't see the cloth boob in the other hand.
I spent and hour in front of a group of about 40 playing with a fake breast and a doll. And it didn't phase me.......
Then I drove about 30 miles SW to our other center and put out my supplies. I had two pelvises (pelvi?), a fetal baby, six uteruses with various size fetuses (feti?), two babies the aforementioned breast and I don't remember what else. Then I left to go get my kids settled before heading back for the health fair.
When I got back my favorite high risk OB was set up next to us. The whole night Mike kept saying that we had all the toys and he wanted to be at our booth. He even came over twice and asked to borrow a uterus and once to borrow a pelvis. He was clearly jealous of our models.
This morning I had to haul all the supplies back into the closet. I was tired and it was snowing AGAIN. So I dragged it all in thinking that my job is for the young and started unpacking. It was then that I really looked at my stuff and realized that there I was in a public hall unzipping a suitcase and pulling out babies. These are teaching models so they look real. I can only imagine what the people at the end of the hall who weren't close enough to see them were thinking. It reminded me of all the other things that happen to me in my line of work:
A pelvis fell out of the closet and smacked me on the eye. I was afraid I was going to have to go to the ER and say "can I get worker's comp for being hit by a pelvis at work?"
We found an old baby in the closet that was UGLY! Matted hair, eyelashes missing, stains. We hog tied it to our secretary's chair with a note saying that the baby would be removed if she gave us diet coke the next three times we taught. She hid the baby and said that unless she had double latte's for a week it would show up where we least expected it.
Riding a gurney in the parking lot at midnight after cleaning out the old building. I wet my pants. True story.
Touching your own breasts in front of a huge group of people because its the best way to demonstrate something.
Looking on-line for the breastfeeding video that Kitty F. produced only to realize that putting Kitty and Breastfeeding in the same search was a bad idea. (No blocks on a University computer)
Saying to someone "if anyone can get you pregnant it will be Dr. B!" and then realizing what you said.....
The opportunity to tell parents their baby is a great sucker. And meaning it as a compliment.
But the most fun we have is with Big Brown. BB was purchased by the former coordinator for.......we don't know and are sometimes scared to think about it. BB is a Big Brown Penis Model. You hook it up to this thing and it shoots out fake semen. Its supposed to be used to teach how to put on a condom. But we don't teach reproduction just after the fact. So BB stays in the closet until some unsuspecting person finds him- on their desk, in their chair, hidden in under papers that need to be filed.
A nurse from another unit found out we have a cloth vagina. She wanted to put it on her head like a hat for Halloween and go as "crowning" We couldn't let her do that but we did but ole BB in a baby shower bag with a balloon that said "Its a Boy!" then left it on her desk.
Yes, its all inappropriate humor but when you talk about vaginas all day you have to have a bit of fun. Right?! The only thing is we have to be really careful what we do/say to whom because EEOC knockin at my door would not be fun.
Yesterday was a long one. I lost my presentation for Grand Rounds and had to re-write is quickly. It was on manual expression so it was easy and didn't need a lot of references but still it took time.
I was doing GR up north as a courtesy to another hospital so I had to go about 20 miles up there. Then I had to head out to our SW location to set up for a health fair. I loaded up my stuff and started on my day of driving and presenting.
When I got to the North hospital I pulled out my doll and breast model quickly and ran in. (I was running late) Didn't think much about it until I got to the door and the valet said it looked like I was carrying a real baby by the arm. Good thing he didn't see the cloth boob in the other hand.
I spent and hour in front of a group of about 40 playing with a fake breast and a doll. And it didn't phase me.......
Then I drove about 30 miles SW to our other center and put out my supplies. I had two pelvises (pelvi?), a fetal baby, six uteruses with various size fetuses (feti?), two babies the aforementioned breast and I don't remember what else. Then I left to go get my kids settled before heading back for the health fair.
When I got back my favorite high risk OB was set up next to us. The whole night Mike kept saying that we had all the toys and he wanted to be at our booth. He even came over twice and asked to borrow a uterus and once to borrow a pelvis. He was clearly jealous of our models.
This morning I had to haul all the supplies back into the closet. I was tired and it was snowing AGAIN. So I dragged it all in thinking that my job is for the young and started unpacking. It was then that I really looked at my stuff and realized that there I was in a public hall unzipping a suitcase and pulling out babies. These are teaching models so they look real. I can only imagine what the people at the end of the hall who weren't close enough to see them were thinking. It reminded me of all the other things that happen to me in my line of work:
A pelvis fell out of the closet and smacked me on the eye. I was afraid I was going to have to go to the ER and say "can I get worker's comp for being hit by a pelvis at work?"
We found an old baby in the closet that was UGLY! Matted hair, eyelashes missing, stains. We hog tied it to our secretary's chair with a note saying that the baby would be removed if she gave us diet coke the next three times we taught. She hid the baby and said that unless she had double latte's for a week it would show up where we least expected it.
Riding a gurney in the parking lot at midnight after cleaning out the old building. I wet my pants. True story.
Touching your own breasts in front of a huge group of people because its the best way to demonstrate something.
Looking on-line for the breastfeeding video that Kitty F. produced only to realize that putting Kitty and Breastfeeding in the same search was a bad idea. (No blocks on a University computer)
Saying to someone "if anyone can get you pregnant it will be Dr. B!" and then realizing what you said.....
The opportunity to tell parents their baby is a great sucker. And meaning it as a compliment.
But the most fun we have is with Big Brown. BB was purchased by the former coordinator for.......we don't know and are sometimes scared to think about it. BB is a Big Brown Penis Model. You hook it up to this thing and it shoots out fake semen. Its supposed to be used to teach how to put on a condom. But we don't teach reproduction just after the fact. So BB stays in the closet until some unsuspecting person finds him- on their desk, in their chair, hidden in under papers that need to be filed.
A nurse from another unit found out we have a cloth vagina. She wanted to put it on her head like a hat for Halloween and go as "crowning" We couldn't let her do that but we did but ole BB in a baby shower bag with a balloon that said "Its a Boy!" then left it on her desk.
Yes, its all inappropriate humor but when you talk about vaginas all day you have to have a bit of fun. Right?! The only thing is we have to be really careful what we do/say to whom because EEOC knockin at my door would not be fun.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Best Job Ever!!!!!!
We made a curriculum change and put our Parenting I and Parenting II classes into a combined What to Expect as a New Parent Class. I figured it would be best if I taught it first. Why? Because I am the supervisor so throw myself under the bus? Not really sure being as I very rarely teaching parenting but that is what we did. So this morning we rolled out the new class.
I love love love teaching parenting. I love teaching breastfeeding and birth as well but for some reason I am in my element when I teach this class. It makes me want to fire someone so I have a spot back. OK, not really.
I was a bit nervous using a new outline and time line. I was more nervous having staff observe me. There were a few things that I answered and then questioned if I'd said it right. We'll see what they have to say when they send feedback.
But my class evals were excellent! It makes me so happy to have patients tell me how much better they feel about becoming parents.
Oddly enough this was the first time in years that I watched the DVD and had a yearning for a baby. I am 43 and have enough on my plate. Maybe its early menopause...............
I love love love teaching parenting. I love teaching breastfeeding and birth as well but for some reason I am in my element when I teach this class. It makes me want to fire someone so I have a spot back. OK, not really.
I was a bit nervous using a new outline and time line. I was more nervous having staff observe me. There were a few things that I answered and then questioned if I'd said it right. We'll see what they have to say when they send feedback.
But my class evals were excellent! It makes me so happy to have patients tell me how much better they feel about becoming parents.
Oddly enough this was the first time in years that I watched the DVD and had a yearning for a baby. I am 43 and have enough on my plate. Maybe its early menopause...............
Friday, January 11, 2013
Snow Day! Ya Right
Kids in Utah don't get snow days..............
My kids have never ever in their whole miserable lives ever had a snow day. There was one day in 05 where they got a late start day. 9:30 AM- as opposed to 8:50 AM. Really this is a true story.
There was also a snow day in 96. I remember it clearly because I was 15 hours into a 30 hour labor that started with an external version and ended with forceps in the OR and APGARS of 2,5,7 (yes, I am well aware that they are horrible but he is now 17 and has a 3.6 GPA and is taking concurrent enrollment at the CC) They closed the University which meant all the local districts said "yep, the weather must be bad because those University people know when to call it."
My daughter was 3 at the time and didn't notice or care. My son was well, almost around but didn't care.
There was a day in 02 or 03 that should have been called but the President of the U was from Michigan or Minnesota and had come from a mostly resident campus. He lives across the street and thought "hey, I had no problem getting here so classes will carry on" The University is a commuter campus. only about 1/3 of the students live on or close to campus. The rest are coming from anywhere from 2-80 miles away. Well there were 100's of accidents and a couple of fatalities. Bernie learned his lesson but then we hit a drought.
We have a new president on the hill and we are also in a wet cycle in this here desert. Yesterday a winter storm warning was called. It was to begin at 3 PM and go until Sat at noon. Sure as shit it started to snow at the airport around 2 PM. I was heading home at three so no worries for me. I did have to run Keegan to theater but it was still tolerable.
By 5:30 my educator called to see if I was canceling class. She is from California- wimp! (just kidding she awesome) She also lives up the canyon and was worried about getting home. I told her that since she was already in Salt Lake to go up to the hospital and call everyone in her class. If they all wanted to cancel then fine. She called me back at 6 PM stuck in the snow with a flat tire and no way to call. I called and canceled classes for the second time EVER!.
My daughter called at 8:30 PM. The buses weren't running and she was stuck at the U. My husband braved the storm while I sat around finishing the last 50 Shades of Gray book (mediocre review to come) And I did shovel the driveway. All 12 -15 inches.
Apparently is snowed all night. I listened attentively for snow closures to find that all of Davis County was shut down but that only private schools and the community college in the valley would be closed. So we packed it up and started on the trek. I fishtailed at the top of the Bengal Bump (steep curvy hill) and ended up in a snow bank. Brian came and rescued us. Then we set off on the rest of our 10 mile journey. Keegan was dropped off in time for school drop off. And then it took an HOUR to get Daniel to school. It was a well known fact at that point that he would be late and so would I. I dropped him off with a note and figured another 20 minutes to the U. Maybe 30. An HOUR AND A HALF later I got there; at 11:00 AM. Luckily today was an office day- no patients, no meetings, no one noticed I was missing. I worked for a bit and then at 1:00 PM. They called it. Four hour commute and it took until 1:00 to say "oh that was dumb. If we didn't have so many people on the roads maybe the plows could keep up." The schools started letting kids go if they could get a hold of their parents. My son wasn't so lucky. I missed his call and he didn't leave a message. So stay until 3 PM he did.
Its still snowing. And is supposed to for another 12 hours. But tomorrow is Saturday. So no, no snow day again.
My kids have never ever in their whole miserable lives ever had a snow day. There was one day in 05 where they got a late start day. 9:30 AM- as opposed to 8:50 AM. Really this is a true story.
There was also a snow day in 96. I remember it clearly because I was 15 hours into a 30 hour labor that started with an external version and ended with forceps in the OR and APGARS of 2,5,7 (yes, I am well aware that they are horrible but he is now 17 and has a 3.6 GPA and is taking concurrent enrollment at the CC) They closed the University which meant all the local districts said "yep, the weather must be bad because those University people know when to call it."
My daughter was 3 at the time and didn't notice or care. My son was well, almost around but didn't care.
There was a day in 02 or 03 that should have been called but the President of the U was from Michigan or Minnesota and had come from a mostly resident campus. He lives across the street and thought "hey, I had no problem getting here so classes will carry on" The University is a commuter campus. only about 1/3 of the students live on or close to campus. The rest are coming from anywhere from 2-80 miles away. Well there were 100's of accidents and a couple of fatalities. Bernie learned his lesson but then we hit a drought.
We have a new president on the hill and we are also in a wet cycle in this here desert. Yesterday a winter storm warning was called. It was to begin at 3 PM and go until Sat at noon. Sure as shit it started to snow at the airport around 2 PM. I was heading home at three so no worries for me. I did have to run Keegan to theater but it was still tolerable.
By 5:30 my educator called to see if I was canceling class. She is from California- wimp! (just kidding she awesome) She also lives up the canyon and was worried about getting home. I told her that since she was already in Salt Lake to go up to the hospital and call everyone in her class. If they all wanted to cancel then fine. She called me back at 6 PM stuck in the snow with a flat tire and no way to call. I called and canceled classes for the second time EVER!.
My daughter called at 8:30 PM. The buses weren't running and she was stuck at the U. My husband braved the storm while I sat around finishing the last 50 Shades of Gray book (mediocre review to come) And I did shovel the driveway. All 12 -15 inches.
Apparently is snowed all night. I listened attentively for snow closures to find that all of Davis County was shut down but that only private schools and the community college in the valley would be closed. So we packed it up and started on the trek. I fishtailed at the top of the Bengal Bump (steep curvy hill) and ended up in a snow bank. Brian came and rescued us. Then we set off on the rest of our 10 mile journey. Keegan was dropped off in time for school drop off. And then it took an HOUR to get Daniel to school. It was a well known fact at that point that he would be late and so would I. I dropped him off with a note and figured another 20 minutes to the U. Maybe 30. An HOUR AND A HALF later I got there; at 11:00 AM. Luckily today was an office day- no patients, no meetings, no one noticed I was missing. I worked for a bit and then at 1:00 PM. They called it. Four hour commute and it took until 1:00 to say "oh that was dumb. If we didn't have so many people on the roads maybe the plows could keep up." The schools started letting kids go if they could get a hold of their parents. My son wasn't so lucky. I missed his call and he didn't leave a message. So stay until 3 PM he did.
Its still snowing. And is supposed to for another 12 hours. But tomorrow is Saturday. So no, no snow day again.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Dinner, Games and SPA Treatment
Last night was one of those where I had too much going on. Daniel went home from school sick. I had to bring him to my office for the afternoon because I didn't want to take him all the way home and then come back. Since we were at the hospital anyway I made an appointment to get him checked. He looks like "death warmed over" and I was surprised he even wanted to go to school. Well as I suspected he has the flu. They didn't swab to find out the type but its pretty evident. So rest, fluids and treat the symptoms. Then pray that no one else gets it. Because we are going to Disneyland next week by damned and no one can be sick.
But I digress. So after dealing with him I had a lot to do at work (new secretary starting next week!). Thus I was later getting home than I wanted. I then had to go to the board meeting at school. Which praise the heavens above did not last three hours last night but only two. The fine folks on the board really know how to make a ten minute discussion 30-40 minutes. I spent the first three meetings wanting to gouge my eyes out and have now resigned myself to it being that long and just suck it up.
I was home by 8:15 and ready to get some cleaning done because the conference committee was to meet at my house this morning. It was a bit cluttered and messy; plus my Christmas decorations were still up. (I'm holding my "I'm Catholic and Epiphany was just on Sunday Card"). Keegan however had other plans.
He came out into the kitchen wearing his "Fancy Clothes" Jacket, white t-shirt, dress black pants, cowboy boats. He had his belt around the outside of the jacket. He said he was my butler and was going to make soup. Great! I don't like to say I don't have time for fun and spontaneity but I didn't have time for that. I decided to just make the best of it knowing that he would be appeased fairly quickly and then I would send him to bed.
He set the table with my good china. Got me a diet coke (love that kid) and made soup. Broth of Tabasco and chicken bouillon two carrots and some parsley. Boil the hell out of it and then serve it up. He had a sprite. I pretended to enjoy my soup while we played a game of Go Fish. Then he told me to put my robe on and he would paint my toes. My toes are bright red now- and I mean my toes along with my toe nails. He put make up on me, brushed my hair and then asked me to finish my work snuggled next to him in bed. So I did. I managed to get the website updated before the meeting and yes, i did get my house cleaned. OK, a few bedroom doors were shut but the main area was clean. I just wish it hadn't taken me two other kids to realize that sometimes you just go with the flow. Their attention span is short and the 30 minutes is well worth it.
But I digress. So after dealing with him I had a lot to do at work (new secretary starting next week!). Thus I was later getting home than I wanted. I then had to go to the board meeting at school. Which praise the heavens above did not last three hours last night but only two. The fine folks on the board really know how to make a ten minute discussion 30-40 minutes. I spent the first three meetings wanting to gouge my eyes out and have now resigned myself to it being that long and just suck it up.
I was home by 8:15 and ready to get some cleaning done because the conference committee was to meet at my house this morning. It was a bit cluttered and messy; plus my Christmas decorations were still up. (I'm holding my "I'm Catholic and Epiphany was just on Sunday Card"). Keegan however had other plans.
He came out into the kitchen wearing his "Fancy Clothes" Jacket, white t-shirt, dress black pants, cowboy boats. He had his belt around the outside of the jacket. He said he was my butler and was going to make soup. Great! I don't like to say I don't have time for fun and spontaneity but I didn't have time for that. I decided to just make the best of it knowing that he would be appeased fairly quickly and then I would send him to bed.
He set the table with my good china. Got me a diet coke (love that kid) and made soup. Broth of Tabasco and chicken bouillon two carrots and some parsley. Boil the hell out of it and then serve it up. He had a sprite. I pretended to enjoy my soup while we played a game of Go Fish. Then he told me to put my robe on and he would paint my toes. My toes are bright red now- and I mean my toes along with my toe nails. He put make up on me, brushed my hair and then asked me to finish my work snuggled next to him in bed. So I did. I managed to get the website updated before the meeting and yes, i did get my house cleaned. OK, a few bedroom doors were shut but the main area was clean. I just wish it hadn't taken me two other kids to realize that sometimes you just go with the flow. Their attention span is short and the 30 minutes is well worth it.
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