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Oct. 3rd, 2015 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI think we're going to have to return at least one library DVD unwatched. It can't be renewed, and Scott wants to see it too, so I can't just watch it while Scott's out this afternoon (He's going to see The Martian). I'm pretty sure that Cordelia will insist that we watch Age of Ultron this evening, and Scott and I have another library DVD to finish. I think we've got about forty minutes of that left, and it, too, can't be renewed.
I ended up staying up almost two hours past when I would normally go to bed last night. I think I was afraid of more reflux. Staying up later, as long as I don't eat anything, makes that less likely. As it happens, I slept pretty soundly.
Scott is home now and asleep. He will probably be cranky later about losing these hours to sleep, but he definitely needs it. He was tired enough that he couldn't make himself shower before going to bed, and that's a big deal given how unpleasant work leaves him feeling.
I want to play music or watch a DVD, but I'm not sure I can without waking Scott.
Yesterday, Cordelia came home from school and told me that Scott and I are much better parents than most. She said she thinks we're great as far as that goes. I have no idea what prompted that. I know that, as she grows older, there will probably be more occasions when she thinks we're terrible and unfair and mean, so I'm going to cherish that conversation. I rather think that we got lucky in terms of getting a child whose temperament fits well with ours so that we've had a considerably easier time than many parents.
It's chilly enough that I want to get dressed, but I didn't think of that last night before Scott went to bed, so there's nothing much warm out here for me to put on. I don't think that I really want to wear shorts today, and all of the shirts I've got that fit closely enough for me to wear the compression top over them are in the closet in the bedroom. Of course, I'm not convinced that the compression top helps. Sometimes, wearing it is better; sometimes, it's worse. I wish it were consistently one or the other because then making a decision about it would be easier.
I ended up staying up almost two hours past when I would normally go to bed last night. I think I was afraid of more reflux. Staying up later, as long as I don't eat anything, makes that less likely. As it happens, I slept pretty soundly.
Scott is home now and asleep. He will probably be cranky later about losing these hours to sleep, but he definitely needs it. He was tired enough that he couldn't make himself shower before going to bed, and that's a big deal given how unpleasant work leaves him feeling.
I want to play music or watch a DVD, but I'm not sure I can without waking Scott.
Yesterday, Cordelia came home from school and told me that Scott and I are much better parents than most. She said she thinks we're great as far as that goes. I have no idea what prompted that. I know that, as she grows older, there will probably be more occasions when she thinks we're terrible and unfair and mean, so I'm going to cherish that conversation. I rather think that we got lucky in terms of getting a child whose temperament fits well with ours so that we've had a considerably easier time than many parents.
It's chilly enough that I want to get dressed, but I didn't think of that last night before Scott went to bed, so there's nothing much warm out here for me to put on. I don't think that I really want to wear shorts today, and all of the shirts I've got that fit closely enough for me to wear the compression top over them are in the closet in the bedroom. Of course, I'm not convinced that the compression top helps. Sometimes, wearing it is better; sometimes, it's worse. I wish it were consistently one or the other because then making a decision about it would be easier.
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Date: 2015-10-03 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-03 10:30 pm (UTC)Getting it in writing is a definitely a good idea. I'd like to get her to say it to Scott directly. I told him what she said, but it's far from the same.