parkin it at home
We are having a mellow day at home. J's work schedule is fucked up and he's going in late and staying late. My least favorite combination. The weather is lovely today but we are not at the park. We were there all day yesterday so I don't feel too weird about it. He went right up to Mia and told her as soon as he saw her that he didn't want her calling his stuff babyish. He was really freaked out by the idea but I told him that I thought he could do it and I would help him with some words if he really needed it. Mia totally had forgotten about the head bonk and they were like glue the whole day. As we were getting ready to go home, I threw up in the parking lot right as I opened the car door and the warm air rushed to hit me in the face. Just a wee puke. This morning when Ike turned off the tv on his own (it's back on now--Discovery Kids) and broke out his Legos, I was like, YEAH. Let's just stay home. And then he just came up to me with all these handfuls of Lego debris and said, "Mom, I trust you to put these back together." Dang. He knows I don't do Legos. He kept hollering back rah rah pep talks to me from his part of the project in the front room. "Just TRY!" "I BELIEVE IN YOU!" "I've got my FINGERS CROSSED!" But really, I couldn't do it; I was missing pieces and what not. He's going to have J. rescue the project tomorrow.
J. had a long phone interview with the San Jose folks. I am trying not to freak the fuck out. We'll see what happens. All this job searching is really supposed to be leverage to get his current boss folks to wake up and pay him something close to what other folks are getting for the same job. We'll see.
J. had a long phone interview with the San Jose folks. I am trying not to freak the fuck out. We'll see what happens. All this job searching is really supposed to be leverage to get his current boss folks to wake up and pay him something close to what other folks are getting for the same job. We'll see.