My Good Things for Today
1. The copy of Trying to Save Piggy Sneed that I ordered came in! (The joy of working at the library is processing my own Interlibrary loans.)
2. My mother-in-law called and left me a voice mail to let me know she’s ODing on Doctor Who, and it’s all my fault.
3. I got enough sleep for the first time in what seems like forever, so I’m not a zombie tonight.
4. The kiddo has to exercise every night as homework, so tonight we rode our bikes to the wooded lot in our neighborhood and went exploring. It was fun-he told me about the weird creatures that live in there, and asked me about what I thought lived in there (I created an artists’ colony of monsters-they only want to make art and help people! Well, I was amused by it).
5. Then we rode our bikes some more and he told me that of the deputy thing doesn’t work out, and if the Lego maker thing doesn’t work out, he thinks he wants to be a doctor. A child psychiatrist. Except when I actually defined the term, he said no, he wants to be a doctor who treats kids for, like, colds and stuff.
Yeah, he was confusing a child psychiatrist and a pediatrician. There are times when I don’t really know what to do with this kid. (Usually I hug him, but we were on bikes.)
(I’m actually going to be pretty surprised if he doesn’t become a writer of some kind, even if it’s just something he does for fun.)
6. I’m now on the couch, alert (woo!), and the boy and Scott are doing bath time, which is amusing to listen to.
2. My mother-in-law called and left me a voice mail to let me know she’s ODing on Doctor Who, and it’s all my fault.
3. I got enough sleep for the first time in what seems like forever, so I’m not a zombie tonight.
4. The kiddo has to exercise every night as homework, so tonight we rode our bikes to the wooded lot in our neighborhood and went exploring. It was fun-he told me about the weird creatures that live in there, and asked me about what I thought lived in there (I created an artists’ colony of monsters-they only want to make art and help people! Well, I was amused by it).
5. Then we rode our bikes some more and he told me that of the deputy thing doesn’t work out, and if the Lego maker thing doesn’t work out, he thinks he wants to be a doctor. A child psychiatrist. Except when I actually defined the term, he said no, he wants to be a doctor who treats kids for, like, colds and stuff.
Yeah, he was confusing a child psychiatrist and a pediatrician. There are times when I don’t really know what to do with this kid. (Usually I hug him, but we were on bikes.)
(I’m actually going to be pretty surprised if he doesn’t become a writer of some kind, even if it’s just something he does for fun.)
6. I’m now on the couch, alert (woo!), and the boy and Scott are doing bath time, which is amusing to listen to.