Happy Eve Week

 It feels like longer than a week since that last post. 

Saturday I came down in the morning, planning to have breakfast and then get groceries for Eve's week at home. Matt was watching tv and looked up and answered a couple of my questions but then went back to watching tv, moving a little closer. I was running water and dishing out food and I was feeling a little self-conscious about making noise while he was watching tv. So, like a totally normal person, I got mad at him for watching tv and making me feel like I might be disturbing him. He looked understandably confused by this. After I got home from grocery shopping I apologized for being weird and bitchy and getting mad at him for watching tv at me. I said I was feeling oddly nervous, which didn't make sense because the only anomalous event approaching was Eve coming home, which I was totally happy about.

Matt said cautiously that I sometimes have a bit of trouble adequately differentiating myself from Eve and I said "OH, I'm being crazy because half of me is on a train?" and he said "probably, yes".

The week has been great. We went for a family day sunny cold dog-walk. Eve and I went to the mall - the only time I approach anything that could be termed enjoyment involving a mall is when I'm with Eve. We watched the Simpsons. Her friend Jackson came over and we watched Drag Race and ate burned nachos. We went to see Mean Girls. 

She's worn the same dress to the last two Arts and Science formals and she wanted to look for something new that was less traditionally formal. We found a fun pink skirt in the first store, and then floundered a little looking for the right top, but I think the end result is going to be really fun. This is the outfit - I will post a pic when she actually wears it for the formal. 

She mentioned that she wanted a couple of tops for bar-hopping, because she doesn't really have a lot of going-out tops and she's finally in a bit of a going-out era. We marched into Garage and said we were there to try on every slutty shirt they had. It was hilariously fun - one looked very pretty from the front, and from the back? NAKED. One was almost naked all over, and looked great but she knew she'd never actually wear it. She found a gorgeous black tank with wide straps, a square neck and gathered sides, and an adorable pink short-sleeved crop top - she's loved pink forever but it's suddenly around in clothing this season. 

Saturday night Matt and I started watching The Maestro, one of the four last Best Picture contenders I need to watch. I read an article that began "Bradley Cooper really wants an Oscar", which I tend to think whenever someone stars in a biopic, and oh boy, was this ever not an exception. I liked what we watched, but halfway through I started falling asleep (this is not usual for me, but I think my overidentifying with Eve's train journey wore me out - it was nothing to do with the movie, I'm looking forward to finishing it). 

Work was crap today. The challenging class is still much improved, but, strangely, my first two classes who are usually great bucked the trend. The second teacher often sends students individually or in groups to get books so it doesn't turn into a socializing period. The first teacher said he might do the same. Generally this means they send students during the class's library period, which is 20-25 minutes long. Somehow today students came for an hour and twenty minutes. And they were loud and destroyed the shelves. And I think some of them came back more than once.

I was as baffled as I was angry. By the time I finished classes at recess I was so worn out and on edge I slapped a sign on the door saying the library was closed - often I let students come in and read or work quietly - just so I could hear myself think for ten minutes. Then I texted the other librarian to help gauge whether I was over-reacting (she didn't think I was). Then I emailed the teachers and asked if they would consider only sending students during their actual library time, which seemed like an obvious thing, but here we are. Actually I don't really mean that to sound as bitchy as it does, they are good teachers and teaching is really freaking hard, and I hope and assume today was just a one-off.

On the way home I had to stop and pick up contact lenses, and my head was pounding and I was exhausted and I almost didn't stop to get the mail, but I did, and you guys.

Suzanne sent me a Valentine. 

I don’t think Idris Elba stuffed in an envelope would have lifted my spirits more comprehensively.

In conclusion, please enjoy this random collection of pics of Eve being home, weird chemistry stuff left by my workspace, her adorable laptop stickers, and the blurry dark selfies we ended up with after forgetting to take them when we were anywhere aesthetically pleasing and well lit.

Also, I got an air fryer.