Today I took Pea to school, and did my park day duty. I learned that just one extra day of weekend makes a group of kids crazy-frantic compared to their normal level of activity. I’m sure the teachers are really (not) looking forward to the week after next, because the kids have ALL next week off, for conferences and then Thanksgiving holiday.
Yeah. I’m sure the parents aren’t, either. Because a week of the kids at home will be…well, crazy.
We are dealing with this thing where Pea spits. It’s disgusting. She’ll spit down on a stair from the top of the stairwell. It gets her grounded from a day of TV each time she does it. It’s so weird; it doesn’t seem to be tied to any one emotional state, but I suspect it’s mostly frustration. Anyway, if she ever wants to see My Little Pony again, she’ll have to knock it off.
I volunteered to make cookies for the craft fair that’s coming up. Because that is about the extent of my crafting skills. I’m hoping there will be fun things to purchase for Christmas gifts, because again, cookies are the extent of my crafting skills.
I have written the Christmas letter and designed the card. I was going to go with the Apple cards, because they’re easy, but they seem kind of spendy to me this year. (Or maybe it’s because I haven’t done holiday cards since, well, 2009, and prices have gone up?)
Psst: that means if you want to get in on the holiday card exchange, there’s still time!
In NaNoWriMo, I’m at 35,431 words, which is faster than I’ve ever written (fiction — you get good at writing fast in law practice). I had the story outlined and on a cork board (I am a big believer in plotting, plotting, plotting) and although I deviated, now I’m going back and filling in the scenes I’d initially plotted because oh, yeah, they made sense to put them where I’d outlined. It sounds like it would be more work, but it’s not; it just all adds to the total.