independent thinkers? 😛
Oh yeah, that would be me. What am I doing now? Teaching the girl to sew, which would be great, if I knew how to sew. This is the problem with her plan to be a fashion designer. As far as I can tell, several things are required. Interest/creativity, drawing, and sewing. I’ve already established that I can’t sew; in fact, Mama can barely draw a stick figure, and I wear clothes until they fall off of me because I hate the shopping/trying on thing, and I’m really just not all that interested.
All I can say is I’m very glad for the basic kid’s learn-to-sew kit, because I can read the directions, even if I can’t manage to make stitches come out the way they do in the instruction manual.
This is the last day of the Spring Break for the younger two. Big guy had his last month. I don’t wanna get up and take them back to school tomorrow. It’s going to be cold again, and rainy. Waaah! Mama’s been having some issues with insomia, which is making me crabby. 😦 I keep telling myself it isn’t so bad, 4AM is a perfect time to get some quiet, uninterrupted writing time. Yeah. If you’re a rooster.
The big guy just emailed me questions for a parent interview he needs to have completed by tomorrow. He’s been hanging out with me all weekend, and hadn’t mentioned it once. And they’re all s-e-x related questions for health class. Oh, yippee. Cause, yanno, there’s nothing a 16yo boy likes better than having deep, heart-felt discussions with Mama about sex.
On a positive note, yesterday I was finally able to get that interview done. Now I’ve got notes for the secondary character I wanted to develop, and can keep going in a forward motion this week. 🙂
Tank news: nothing new. All is growing well, though that unfortunately includes the aiptasia. Really, he’s kinda cute, in a mud brown sort of way. If I hadn’t read so many horror stories about them reproducing and taking over entire tanks, I would keep him. There’s a local frag swap next weekend, but I’m not going to go. It doesn’t seem like there’s much point if I can’t take advantage and buy new corals. Or a clam. Or… But no, my dog walking dollars have to go towards new contacts for me. Mama’s glasses broke, and they don’t seem to be magically repairing themselves, no matter how much I try to pretend they aren’t broken at all.