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We have delayed our Mother's Day dinner because Scott and I were both feeling unwell last night. Cordelia was quite disappointed, but it will be better to wait until the adults actually feel like eating. (Scott ate lunchmeat that was starting to go off, and I just had IBS issues.)

Nothing starts the day with irritation quite like needing to nag a small child. "Get dressed. No, really, put on your tights. That's a start. Pull them all the way up. Really, get dressed. Tights around your knees will make it hard to walk. Put your clothes on." Picture at least thirty seconds between each sentence, and you'll know how part of my morning went.

Today, I'm taking Cordelia for more dental work. She needs a couple of small fillings, and we're getting what we can of her six year molars sealed. (One can't seal over a filling, so the two faces of those molars with cavities will remain less protected.) Last week, we did the right side of her mouth. She screamed when she got the shot. She didn't thrash much, but she screamed. I'm not looking forward to it today. To complicate matters, the appointment is late in the day (3:15). Usually, I'd pick her up from school, go straight for the bus, get lunch on campus and head to the dentist, but that's for an appointment around 2:00. The extra hour throws things off a lot. I can't take her anywhere after lunch because of distances and my physical limitations. I can't take her anywhere before lunch because she whines about being hungry. I can't sit in the restaurant or waiting room with her because she can only handle that for so long (We go to the Brown Jug which is amazingly child friendly at lunch time during the week due to being nearly empty, semi-compartmentalized and quite laid back). I'd bring her home for lunch and then go, but I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to go out the door again once I got inside.

I packed a vast number of BookMooch books over the weekend. If Scott's not working late tonight, he'll mail them for me. I could have handled getting some to the post office today, but there were too many. One package contained about twenty-five books. I much prefer shipping lots of books in a big package to one address because it's cheaper per book. It's just a lot harder to carry it all.

My grandmother told me yesterday that my father is looking to come to Michigan for a couple of weeks this summer. He'll probably come without his wife because she has less vacation time than he does and because one of her daughters (I think she has more than one, but I'm not sure. I've not met her family) is expecting and wants her there for the birth. I'm now utterly terrified that my mother and step-father will come to Michigan at the same time my father does. That would be potentially nasty. I just suspect that either neither will come or they'll both be here at the same time.

I'm starting to worry that I won't manage my Finishathon fic. I've got two weeks left, and I haven't written anything. Every time I get a few hours, I end up trying to cope with more immediate stuff (like dishes or showering) or to unwind enough to be able to think. I feel like I need a day off to relax and then a day or two to write. This story shouldn't be hard to finish. It's not dreadfully long or dreadfully complicated. I just need the spoons.

Cordelia's birthday party has reached the point where we really shouldn't be trying to have it in our house any more. Unfortunately, it will be here this year because Scott and I didn't talk about it in time. Cordelia has invited eight girls (one of whom she wanted to omit, but I insisted because it's unacceptable to invite every girl in one's class except one). She wants to invite one boy from her class. I skipped him because we already had eight and because I'm not sure that he'd enjoy being the only boy. There are other boys we could invite if we had more space (I can think of three immediately). It'll depend on how many people say no. I'll be praying for good weather for next Saturday so we can send them outside. We don't have room for more than about three kids inside, not sanely, and we don't have the time or spoons to try to clear space for them.

I'm starting to allocate chores for this week. I'm making a list of things that must be done (by me) and figuring out which days will be possible. I may have to insist that Cordelia's birthday treat for her class be on Monday rather than Friday as Thursday's not going to be a good day to bake, what with the cleaning lady and soccer practice. She wants Friday though. I made the mistake of asking her and offering a choice. I shouldn't have.