Another day in housewifery
Fell off the caffeine wagon; got a lot done, as a result. :D
Baked approx. 40 chocolate chunk cookies, decidedly NOT safe for Mark's allergies, for the benefit of Tom's coworkers, who are working Operation Obstreperous Ocelot or somesuch, some of whom are stuck working night shift.
Performed allergen-bearing crumb abatement; made beds; hauled down dirty laundry; worked through enough shreddable paperwork to fill the shredder's bin to overflowing once, but not enough to make an appreciable dent in the two boxes of shreddables. (We procrastinate a lot around here, particularly chores that make noises that freak Mark out.)
Waited outside for the Zodlings' school buses to arrive.
Got a call from Mark's teacher, informing me his bus (apparently a different driver) had LEFT WITHOUT HIM. >:( Supposedly said driver had a field trip of kids to collect. Why this should result in my kid getting skipped instead of transferred to one of the many other buses from McAuliffe to base housing, I don't know. Teacher called the bus company dispatch before she'd called me, to inquire about other options, and was told they had no other drivers to send for him, so she'd have to call me.
I explained I'd have to get Jack off HIS bus before I could come fetch Mark, and as Jack's bus was already well on its way by now, I couldn't exactly ask Jack's teacher to hang on to him so I could drive to both schools and retrieve both boys.
::temple rub::
Jack's bus driver, upon arrival, informed me she'd just heard the story over the radio, and couldn't imagine why nobody at dispatch had called HER. She drives right past Mark's school on the way to base housing, and her full slate of kids only half-fills her bus. She suggested next time we ask dispatch to send her.School year's almost over, and Mark will be fulltime next year, whereas Jack will not, but it was a nice gesture. Jack's afternoon driver and assistant rock. I will miss them. :(
Jack, in the first 20 seconds of collecting Mark from his classroom, managed to get into a pot of fingerpaint and required washing by one of the aides who'd stayed behind when Mark's teacher had to get her own child from daycare.
Have I previously mentioned Mr. Jack-jack has gotten so strong and adept at overturning his twin mattress, not to mention so fond of then crawling under the flipped mattress (partially lifted off the ground by mounds of his toys, thus forming a cramped cave) and going to sleep, we had to secure the mattress to the bed slats with parachute cord?
::amused temple-rub::
Brought the boys home; played with them and sorted laundry until Tom came home.
Went on a walk to the air museum with my cross stitch project and a water bottle, and worked on that until I got cold and my elbows cramped. :D
Poor Tom was looking distinctly greenish when I got back. :( He'd developed moderate stomach pain and nausea after I left, but stubbornly refused to call me and request I return early. Instead of tuna salad for us and leftover porkchops for the boys, he'd just warmed up the boys' dinners and fed them while I was out, and requested we scrounge for our own dinners. I suggested he break into the emergency stash of ginger ale and go lay down a bit.
Mark fell asleep on the couch shortly after Tom went upstairs. Tom was unsurprised when he came back down; apparently he'd been woken up around 3 am by Mark-noises.
Tucked Jack in; had Tom help me lug Mark up to bed (child is entirely too mooselike); worked on more laundry and watched DWTS for a bit.
Right now I'm reading up on my homestate's primary elections and waiting on a last load of laundry. And, inspired by Maurice Sendak's death, looking up his works and some other unrelated works I remember from childhood. The movie version of Really Rosie resonates almost as much in my backbrain as Free To Be You and Me.
Tomorrow will feature even more stereotypical civilian-housespousery. Jack's class is having a Mother's Day thing Thursday afternoon. I got volunteered to bring snack for it when I attended his parent-teacher conference. Mark's class is NOT doing anything for Mother's Day aside from making crafts to take home, and on that particular day is going to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. The only free tickets are for the kids in his class; the timeslot conflicts with being able to get Jack to school; and attempting to prevent Mark from unauthorized entry to the giraffe feeding area is just as problematic as it was when Jack's class recently did the same trip. :p
So. I need a snack that will feed sixteen kids, three staff members,an undetermined number of parents, myself, and my allergic little moose.
This means breaking out Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World, and spending the bulk of tomorrow afternoon baking.
I wonder if there's any images out there of Belldandy in a giant poofy chef's hat, suitable for iconage... (Deadpool in said hat, while amusing, doesn't convey quite the tone I desire. ^_- )
Baked approx. 40 chocolate chunk cookies, decidedly NOT safe for Mark's allergies, for the benefit of Tom's coworkers, who are working Operation Obstreperous Ocelot or somesuch, some of whom are stuck working night shift.
Performed allergen-bearing crumb abatement; made beds; hauled down dirty laundry; worked through enough shreddable paperwork to fill the shredder's bin to overflowing once, but not enough to make an appreciable dent in the two boxes of shreddables. (We procrastinate a lot around here, particularly chores that make noises that freak Mark out.)
Waited outside for the Zodlings' school buses to arrive.
Got a call from Mark's teacher, informing me his bus (apparently a different driver) had LEFT WITHOUT HIM. >:( Supposedly said driver had a field trip of kids to collect. Why this should result in my kid getting skipped instead of transferred to one of the many other buses from McAuliffe to base housing, I don't know. Teacher called the bus company dispatch before she'd called me, to inquire about other options, and was told they had no other drivers to send for him, so she'd have to call me.
I explained I'd have to get Jack off HIS bus before I could come fetch Mark, and as Jack's bus was already well on its way by now, I couldn't exactly ask Jack's teacher to hang on to him so I could drive to both schools and retrieve both boys.
::temple rub::
Jack's bus driver, upon arrival, informed me she'd just heard the story over the radio, and couldn't imagine why nobody at dispatch had called HER. She drives right past Mark's school on the way to base housing, and her full slate of kids only half-fills her bus. She suggested next time we ask dispatch to send her.School year's almost over, and Mark will be fulltime next year, whereas Jack will not, but it was a nice gesture. Jack's afternoon driver and assistant rock. I will miss them. :(
Jack, in the first 20 seconds of collecting Mark from his classroom, managed to get into a pot of fingerpaint and required washing by one of the aides who'd stayed behind when Mark's teacher had to get her own child from daycare.
Have I previously mentioned Mr. Jack-jack has gotten so strong and adept at overturning his twin mattress, not to mention so fond of then crawling under the flipped mattress (partially lifted off the ground by mounds of his toys, thus forming a cramped cave) and going to sleep, we had to secure the mattress to the bed slats with parachute cord?
::amused temple-rub::
Brought the boys home; played with them and sorted laundry until Tom came home.
Went on a walk to the air museum with my cross stitch project and a water bottle, and worked on that until I got cold and my elbows cramped. :D
Poor Tom was looking distinctly greenish when I got back. :( He'd developed moderate stomach pain and nausea after I left, but stubbornly refused to call me and request I return early. Instead of tuna salad for us and leftover porkchops for the boys, he'd just warmed up the boys' dinners and fed them while I was out, and requested we scrounge for our own dinners. I suggested he break into the emergency stash of ginger ale and go lay down a bit.
Mark fell asleep on the couch shortly after Tom went upstairs. Tom was unsurprised when he came back down; apparently he'd been woken up around 3 am by Mark-noises.
Tucked Jack in; had Tom help me lug Mark up to bed (child is entirely too mooselike); worked on more laundry and watched DWTS for a bit.
Right now I'm reading up on my homestate's primary elections and waiting on a last load of laundry. And, inspired by Maurice Sendak's death, looking up his works and some other unrelated works I remember from childhood. The movie version of Really Rosie resonates almost as much in my backbrain as Free To Be You and Me.
Tomorrow will feature even more stereotypical civilian-housespousery. Jack's class is having a Mother's Day thing Thursday afternoon. I got volunteered to bring snack for it when I attended his parent-teacher conference. Mark's class is NOT doing anything for Mother's Day aside from making crafts to take home, and on that particular day is going to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. The only free tickets are for the kids in his class; the timeslot conflicts with being able to get Jack to school; and attempting to prevent Mark from unauthorized entry to the giraffe feeding area is just as problematic as it was when Jack's class recently did the same trip. :p
So. I need a snack that will feed sixteen kids, three staff members,an undetermined number of parents, myself, and my allergic little moose.
This means breaking out Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World, and spending the bulk of tomorrow afternoon baking.
I wonder if there's any images out there of Belldandy in a giant poofy chef's hat, suitable for iconage... (Deadpool in said hat, while amusing, doesn't convey quite the tone I desire. ^_- )