Last week, I was so wrapped up in the first week of C session, my own class, two doctor’s appointments, and general nearing-30-weeks-apprehension, that I really just didn’t even feel like blogging. Or hell, thinking about explaining my life… at all. Granted, my mother was also back on this side of the pond so we talked a lot and that satisfied a good deal of my need to tell people things.

But now that the mayhem of week one has died down, all is well, I believe. In fact, I was even going to update on Saturday but my hours were a wee bit FUBAR’d. On Friday night, Ash was overwhelmed with sleep and decided to lie down in bed around 7:30. I hadn’t eaten yet so I let him nap, ate a sandwich, talked to my mom, then went in to rouse him – feeling perfectly awake myself – around 9:30. Somehow, I myself fell asleep until maybe midnight or so. Well, feeling like it was pointless to actually get up, I went back to bed. Since Ash had been sleeping soundly since 7:30, 2:30 AM seemed like a fine time to awake for the day and I followed soon after at 4 AM. This entire rearrangement of our normal sleep schedule made for an interesting Saturday! By 8:30 we were at Jenny’s Lunchbox and by 10, AMC theaters to see Ratatouille. (Which I highly recommend, but see a later showing so you can avoid the kids pumped full of overpriced move theater candy, bouncing around in their seats).

On Sunday, we took on the second phase of Fix the House’s Electrical by replacing all the outlets. You may recall that we had already done that to all the switches. For something so small in the grand scheme of things, replacing them is a huge pain in the ass. First you have to make sure the switch in the box is the right one. Nothing is labeled right and the built-in-1969 house has no rhyme or reason to which rooms/receptacles are one a switch. We’re going to draw up a new houseplan on the computer and label it the right way once all this is done. Plus, almost every outlet in the house had something funky about it: backwards wires or it was the end of the line and had something else weird, or one of the wires was flaky all along, surely to cause a fire and we were just lucky. Sometime in the middle of all that, I decided I’d hang the valence in the baby’s room.

Nothing in this house makes sense so when I went to drill a hole for the valence hardware, I realized there are no studs above the window. We knew from hanging the finger board that the doors are hollow above but come on, the windows too? The next house we own is going to be either made in the 80s or 90s or built ourselves because – geez – doesn’t anyone know how to do good work?

On a completely different note: I think I am the only person grateful for a day off in the middle of the week. You work two days, get a reward. Work two more days, get a weekend. How great is that?? Everyone else wished for a three day weekend but me, I am so totally fine with Wednesday being a day to let go.

I have a literal ton of work to get done today, plus freshmen are registering for Fall so I get to field calls from the most inept, trying to find out just what the hell to do. I’d better work on my attitude though; I’m beginning to lose patience and I must remember: they are only 18!