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Feb. 21st, 2009 04:33 pmScott's week of third shift is now officially over. He's sleeping right now after having been up for twenty hours. He's got Monday and Tuesday as vacation days, Monday so he can try to get back on a day schedule and Tuesday because it's his birthday.
This morning, Cordelia had a birthday party to attend. It was at Chuck E. Cheese, and she adored the place. I was less impressed. The noise, flashing lights and hordes of people all bothered me. I'd probably have done better if I'd managed to eat breakfast before going, but I'd been kind of assuming that Scott would take her and that I'd have time to eat and shower while they were out. Sadly, Scott was running late and wasn't in a position either to stay at the party or to be sure of getting back to pick Cordelia up when it was over. (He arrived about fifteen minutes after the end of the party. I know that the birthday boy's mother was not tracking the attendees. There were too many of them in too challenging a space with too many other kids.)
The weather on the drive to the party and on the way back was nasty. The roads were slick with the lane markings almost completely invisible, and the snow was blowing like crazy. I think the wind was the biggest problem.
Cordelia's now adamant that she wants her birthday party to be at Chuck E. Cheese. I'm equally adamantly opposed to the idea. Scott's also against it but mostly, I think, from an expense point of view. My opposition has more to do with never wanting to face that environmental stress again (and I doubt I'll get that wish). I don't even get to the point of budgetary considerations.
This morning, Cordelia had a birthday party to attend. It was at Chuck E. Cheese, and she adored the place. I was less impressed. The noise, flashing lights and hordes of people all bothered me. I'd probably have done better if I'd managed to eat breakfast before going, but I'd been kind of assuming that Scott would take her and that I'd have time to eat and shower while they were out. Sadly, Scott was running late and wasn't in a position either to stay at the party or to be sure of getting back to pick Cordelia up when it was over. (He arrived about fifteen minutes after the end of the party. I know that the birthday boy's mother was not tracking the attendees. There were too many of them in too challenging a space with too many other kids.)
The weather on the drive to the party and on the way back was nasty. The roads were slick with the lane markings almost completely invisible, and the snow was blowing like crazy. I think the wind was the biggest problem.
Cordelia's now adamant that she wants her birthday party to be at Chuck E. Cheese. I'm equally adamantly opposed to the idea. Scott's also against it but mostly, I think, from an expense point of view. My opposition has more to do with never wanting to face that environmental stress again (and I doubt I'll get that wish). I don't even get to the point of budgetary considerations.
