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Nov. 5th, 2010 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakOk. Today's Scintillating Agenda of the Domestic Goddess
Make Jack finish eating lunch. This is probably going to involve extra helpings of fruit smoothie, as the little Zodling is still resisting eating anything that isn't crackers, fries, grilled cheese, or liquid.
Throw presentable clothing on the Zodlings.
Go to the Post Office and get our mail stopped for the trip to the Ozarks; also get a change of address for for the actual move.
Call Olivia, Ms. Villa, and Dr. Sayers. Also email Ms. Villa, as today is a non-school day and she may be in other parts of the school attending admin. meetings. Yesterday, Mark evidently nommed somebody else's goldfish cracker. This prompted frantic calls to my cell, which was off, and to my husband's cell, which was on, but not where anyone could hear it ring.
A) He leaves his cell at home when he's on duty, because NORAD doesn't allow non-DOD-issue cell phones/PDAs/etc. I have explained this to the school before. B) They left voicemails on his phone, but not mine. Again, see point A as to why this is absurd. C) It was a single goldfish cracker. He is allergic to the milk, yes. It doesn't warrant frantic phonecalls or trips to the nurse's office for observation. Again, I have explained this to them.
Covering their asses is one thing. Ignoring information we give them is quite another.
Go to the store.
Try keeping the Zodlings busy and engaged, rather than driving me crazy.
Fiddle with Sumomo-chan, my long-lost iPod, after the Zodlings are in bed. :D We stuck her in a side pocket of the laptop bag back when we moved here in January, and I forgot where it was. Davner just found it. \o/ She needed charging, and some of her buttons don't seem to respond right, but she's otherwise fine. I've got nifty new wraparound earbuds and an armband to using on my increasingly-rare trips to the gym.
Order pizza.
Efforts to advance the feminazi socialist liberal agenda will have to wait another day.
Make Jack finish eating lunch. This is probably going to involve extra helpings of fruit smoothie, as the little Zodling is still resisting eating anything that isn't crackers, fries, grilled cheese, or liquid.
Throw presentable clothing on the Zodlings.
Go to the Post Office and get our mail stopped for the trip to the Ozarks; also get a change of address for for the actual move.
Call Olivia, Ms. Villa, and Dr. Sayers. Also email Ms. Villa, as today is a non-school day and she may be in other parts of the school attending admin. meetings. Yesterday, Mark evidently nommed somebody else's goldfish cracker. This prompted frantic calls to my cell, which was off, and to my husband's cell, which was on, but not where anyone could hear it ring.
A) He leaves his cell at home when he's on duty, because NORAD doesn't allow non-DOD-issue cell phones/PDAs/etc. I have explained this to the school before. B) They left voicemails on his phone, but not mine. Again, see point A as to why this is absurd. C) It was a single goldfish cracker. He is allergic to the milk, yes. It doesn't warrant frantic phonecalls or trips to the nurse's office for observation. Again, I have explained this to them.
Covering their asses is one thing. Ignoring information we give them is quite another.
Go to the store.
Try keeping the Zodlings busy and engaged, rather than driving me crazy.
Fiddle with Sumomo-chan, my long-lost iPod, after the Zodlings are in bed. :D We stuck her in a side pocket of the laptop bag back when we moved here in January, and I forgot where it was. Davner just found it. \o/ She needed charging, and some of her buttons don't seem to respond right, but she's otherwise fine. I've got nifty new wraparound earbuds and an armband to using on my increasingly-rare trips to the gym.
Order pizza.
Efforts to advance the feminazi socialist liberal agenda will have to wait another day.
