The Inmates Run the Asylum

I keep putting off updating because I'm lazy. Here's the high points:

-My first floorset went fine. I felt like an awkward doofus because I had no clue what I was doing and only knew the two people that had interviewed me, but I survived it. My next one is Wednesday.

-Speaking of Wednesday, I had tickets to a Cubs game that night and was going to go with a guy I knew from high school, but had to cancel. There are only three home games before the season ends and I really want to go to one. I might try for the Monday night game instead.

-The complications of going to the Monday night game include having to be up at 6:30 both Monday and Tuesday to get the neighbor up, ready, and to school. The first week of this went fine. The second week he suddenly developed morning diarrhea and spent ages in the bathroom until he was informed that he didn't have a choice and he was going to have to make an attempt to get through school (his grandmother's call). I don't know the kid well enough to know if he's faking, but judging by his grandma, the kid will be going to school unless he's dead. All I know is I don't feel like going through these battles every morning. The pay is good, but not that good.

-If I do want to go to the Monday night game, I've got it all worked out with Mom for the girls' Spanish lessons. At first, they quite liked seeing Aunt Kiki three days a week. Now that they've realized I'm there to learn them up, the charm has worn off. We played review games today that they really liked, so that's good. Some days are better than others.

-The way the Monday game shakes out is such: I'd have to get up at 6:30 and get the boy to school. Come home and nap. Go to Mom's and teach Spanish, leaving by 1:30. Drive to Chicago, do the park and ride to Wrigley, watch the game, park and ride back to the car, drive home. I'd get home between 12:30 and 2 depending when the game ended and I got back to my car. I would then nap and get up at 6:30 in the morning to take the boy to school. I'd then come home and nap that afternoon before floorset. So the question is can my 32 year old self run like my 22 year old self used to? I'm kind of hoping so. We'll see.

-Apple and Pork festival this weekend. Imma get me an apple donut.

The end.

So, unless something comes up, Hobbit and the Smurf, aka Howlin' Mad (because she really is some kind of crazy), are coming here for a sleepover. Hammie will not be joining us as she will be attending a TNA show with my stepdad instead.

They've been planning this with Carrie for weeks now. We're going to eat pizza and watch a movie and Carrie is going to give them makeovers. It's going to be a ripping, girly good time.

And before you ask, no, Aunt Kiki is not participating in the makeovers. I am not qualified to give make-up advice or apply it and I do not need a makeover as I am gorgeous.

Yes, I typed that with a straight face.

Anyway, if all goes well, we're going to meet up with Haley and her two kids for lunch before we take them back on Saturday.

I don't anticipate them having any problems staying the night here, but I'm going to make it very clear before we even leave Mom's house that they have until 9 o'clock to change their minds. I am not driving back to Bloomington at 2 in the morning. It's just not happening.

I suppose if you don't hear from me by Saturday, then you'll know that I didn't survive the sleepover. It's my first one in probably 15 years. I imagine I'm out of shape.

( Sanctuary...I think? )

In other news, Carrie's babysitting for Walker and Emma tonight. I stopped by to drop off dinner for Carrie. At one point during my visit, Emma started rolling across the floor on her side and Walker followed, pushing her with his head before declaring that he was dung beetle.

He's my new favorite.