the_rck

I’m probably going to be exhausted and headachy all week because Scott’s sleep schedule and need for sleep doesn’t mesh well with mine. When I point out that I need more sleep than I’m getting, he just kind of shrugs and points out that, when he’s working, he gets between four and six hours a night (tending toward four). But I am not him. My body falls apart after about three nights of six hours or less. Also, that amount of sleep means he’s pretty wrecked by the end of his work week.

Cordelia was eager to go to the library yesterday because she had two holds to pick up. She also grabbed my holds before I got there but must have missed one because I have a hold still on the online list, one that expires tomorrow. She was moving so fast that I really didn’t have a chance to double check that we had everything. Scott and I will probably pick that up tomorrow (today, I have a genetic counseling appointment and need to get blood drawn).

I’m actually hoping that this blood test turns up something that we can address. It’s very frustrating to have sucks-to-be-you be the only result.

Scott took the kleenex to the school today. Cordelia had forgotten her lunch and emailed me to ask for us to drop it off, so he took that, too, while I was still eating breakfast.

We ended up ordering pizza for the girls yesterday. I thought that three girls would eat a lot of pizza, so I ordered a large. The fourth girl is now vegan, so she asked me to order her some breadsticks (I offered salads as an option, but she wasn’t interested). Fortunately, I remembered in time to call and ask them to leave off the garlic butter. The girls ate sixteen bread sticks and three pieces of pizza (total not each). I have no idea why the bread sticks were more appealing than the pizza, but they must have been because I really don’t think that the vegan girl ate all of them herself.