From 11-12, I meet with students. Then again from 1 until 2:30. Repeat tomorrow but add in one more 10 minute slot. Conferences, although helpful, are painful. They are long, tedious. Luckily, we get to cancel class on those days so it’s not like I’m seeing them TOO much. I do like getting to know them on a more one-on-one level though; it helps the rest of the semester feel smooth and streamlined, because they are somehow suddenly comfortable with me.
ANYway, my weekend hasn’t got a single thing to report of interest. Unless you care about that hellofa storm we had Saturday night, when the lightning struck all around us, rain coming down in a deluge as we ran into the garage at the moment the downpour began, coming back from a quick walk with the Boy. Although the rain only last 10 minutes, our power was out for about 45. The Boy had to go to sleep in the heat, no fan, nothing. I put him down in nothing but a diaper. What do you do when that happens, you know? God, what did people do before central heating and air? I guess they were tougher back then. We’re spoiled.
Sunday was relaxing even though Elliot is definitely going through a growth spurt and ghence, wants to eat constantly, take one more nap a day and to top it off, as previously mentioned, there’s got to be a molar rearing its ugly head somewhere in the far reaches of his mouth. He’s happy for ten minutes – playing with toys and crawling around – then he is vaulted into a cry fest, riddled with screams of pain and anger. Poor kid. It’ll be better soon, I promise.
So, Happy Monday to you out there. How was your weekend?