Weekundus Interruptus

Well, this has been the weekend of grand plans that went nowhere.

First, the assessment day at school, where I had a large pile of work to dig myself out from under.

Then, Bob's birthday party, dinner out followed up by cake here.

Finally, we were taking Gabi's parents to Buffalo for a shopping day for Tina's birthday.

None of it happened. Absolutely none of it. I got wrapped up in a meeting that took most of the morning on Friday, then came home to work so Gabi could go in to school and do what she needed to do. The rest of it? Well, Chloe was sick most of the week, only making it school on Monday and being in a total state Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So of course, on Friday morning Maya woke up feeling brutal, and that kind of wiped things out. Gabi was a bit wretched but fought it off, and I feel the beginnings of things, but there's no way I can afford to go down now, so I'm just not gonna let it happen.

I haven't even been able to get thru a movie. Bob and I started Gran Torino on Wednesday and watched the first 15 minutes, Gabi and I watched the first 20 on Friday night, and this afternoon I got thru about the first 90 after Maya fell asleep on my lap. I'm hoping to get the rest in tonight, perhaps while I finish the set of math tests that I've ALSO been trying to get done all weekend. Nothing has gone according to plan, that's for sure.

So we're all a little stir crazy on Saturday afternoon, and we decide to head out to Vaughn Mills, always a nice outing and one we haven't done in quite some time. Of course, the van is out of gas, so while I'm filling it and paying, Maya starts melting down in the car...big time. So Maya and I go home while Gabi and Chloe head out for new boots. What more can you ask for? Just typical of the way everything has been going lately. Nothing serious, thank goodness, but it just seems like it's been constant.

So the other night Gabi and I are attempting to get a struggling Chloe into a pair of pyjamas, and she's decided that there is no way this is gonna happen, and we've decided that there's no way we're letting a two year old beat us.

Then it finally occurs to me - we're Frodo and Sam, wrestling with Gollum and the elvish rope. And every time she's lost it since then (quite often) I'm getting the giggles, and calling her My Precious. Maya thinks I'm nuts, but that's nothing unusual either. It's a pretty good comparison, to be honest!

Arturo, Tina and Gabriel came over for cake, and Arturo let me use his $200 headphones. I think I'm in love. It was like having a stereo on my head - very tough to go back to my official Apple issue earbuds afterwards, let me tell you. If only my Sennheisers hadn't busted....