Saturday, August 14, 2010

I Can't Go On, I'll Go On

I know, referencing Beckett in the summer probably violates some kind of blogging statute, and if it doesn't it should. I'm suffering from a surfeit of frivolity -- too much sun and sandboxing, too many dance parties. Zarah and the kids left yesterday morning and I spent the day being narcoleptic -- any time I stopped moving for five seconds I dozed off. We had all been preparing for my husband to go to China for a week, and he hugged Angus before he left in the morning because Angus was going for a birthday party sleepover. After Angus got picked up Eve announced that she wasn't feverish any more and she wanted to go somewhere because she was bored. Since I figured that napping at the wheel of a moving minivan probably wasn't the greatest way to cap off the week, I packed her off to my mother's (because somehow watching tv at Grandma's house is infinitely more fun than watching tv at home). Then I was driving home with blissful visions of a nap, then a scary movie and popcorn for dinner dancing in my head, when my daydream was rudely trampled by the realization that my husband hadn't actually left for China yet, he was only at work -- he wasn't leaving until morning. Not only was the scary movie off, I was probably going to have to cook dinner AND put out. Rats.

So then I fell asleep at five and woke up at nine and had to finish my assignment and email it in before midnight. And goddamned if it wasn't really freaking difficult! You know how the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Turns out when you keep on clicking the same fucking Library of Congress link it will continue to NOT show you the subject heading for dog training for which you are looking. Also, I could not find an encyclopedia article on truffle hunting to save my life -- my outrage was only compounded by the fact that every damned time I typed 'truffle' it came out 'truggle'. Finally I did the nearly-unthinkable -- used Wikipedia. I got perfect on my last two assignments. SO not getting perfect on this one.

Oh, and Eve has some kind of foot fungus. She found this quite upsetting until we assured her that it generally only happens to people who are very active -- you know, there's no 'couch potato foot'. She is now going around telling everybody either that her foot is athletic or that she has 'an athlete's foot'. All sporty types, might want to check to make sure you still have two.

9 comments:

Kelly said...

"Not only was the scary movie off, I was probably going to have to cook dinner AND put out. Rats."

You crack me up!

Sandra said...

haha...no 'couch potato foot!' I need to use that one on my one kid who is the couch potato, see how that sits with him...probably won't faze him, but it's worth a try: nothing like the threat of foot fungus to get your teenager wanted to be active!

Amber said...

LOL, this one cracked me up. Well, all your posts do.

the mombshell said...

-snort- (with laughter, not with disgust) also I envy you your narcolepsy.

SuziCate said...

Hpw frustrating for you...hope you do well on your assignment. And Eve is just too dang cute!

Amber said...

I think that watching TV at Grandma's is more fun, because Grandma has better snacks. And she brings them to you on a little tray. At least, that's true of my kids' grandmothers. But me? I'm not so much with the waiting hand and foot. I have to LIVE with these children, after all.

Patti Murphy said...

Re: "definition of insanity"--there have been times that doing the same thing over and over will yield a different result (at work...say for example, clicking Ignore exactly 4 times allows you to proceed with the installation), which rewards one just enough to keep one clicking with rat-like desperation for the very rare pay out in absolutely every situation.

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded said...

Ha! That sinking feeling. I have my book and snacks all planned and my husband calls and says he finished early and doesn't have to stay out of town overnight. I won't have to miss out on watching tv and scratching his back.

Nicole said...

Popcorn for dinner is one of the greatest joys of having the house to yourself. For me, though, I don't like the scary movies. I prefer reruns of NYPD Blue or watching When Harry Met Sally for the thousandth time and reciting all of the dialogue. Don't I sound like I would be super fun to hang out with? "Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth".