Here. Again.

Weather: 23 degrees (feels like 11); supposedly it's only partly cloudy, but what do I know, stuck as I am here in the cryp...er, workroom?
Mood: Foul
Listening to: Blowers
Where am I? Work.

Today started off badly with me getting up later than I should have. I wanted to get to work with time to settle my desk from yesterday before the reference staff meeting at 8. Just before I put my coat on, Sparky tells me his stomach is starting to hurt. So we dorked around for 20 minutes until finally I told him he was going to school regardless of his stomach; he’d have to call me from the nurse’s office if he really can’t make it through the day.

Mother Of The Year moment.

Update: Sparky neglected to do (or at least bring) his science homework. So I got a call at about 10 from him from Ms. H's room. He said his stomach is fine, or at least better. I guess the nurse didn't believe him either and sent him back to class. Hmm, think the homework and the stomach are connected?? Duh....

The meeting was unremarkable. I wasn’t as late as I’d thought I might be after all the Sparky stuff. The only salient point was really that I have volunteered to take on yet more work, because apparently I’m the only one on staff with nothing much to do. Or I'm the only one willing to step up. Fuck ‘em all.

There was an interesting article yesterday in the paper which I tore out and brought to work to blog about. Consider this a placeholder for that.

I also brought in my most recent CD purchase today so I can do Jenica’s Magic Stick. I hope to get to it later today. It kind of depends on whether Sparky calls me to pick him up. {Done}

Some days, some days, motherhood is just a pain in the ass.

Then again, most days it’s not.

I suspect today is one giant placeholder for me.