Another hectic one, though thankfully not quite like yesterday. Not nearly as much back and forth and overlap between work and house stuff. Alexander woke up early again today, though thankfully not quite like the other day. He was being dramatically loud with his yawns and talking loud, hoping to wake Angelina, so I had to shush him a couple of times. He quieted down and there wasn't mutual stirring for a while, and then it was all but up.
We were late getting them to school, but I made use of the time and got the car loaded for work. After an apt. office stop to fax the contract to Danny and a Walgreen's stop to swap the Diet Coke with Splenda with Diet Coke withOUT Splenda, we headed for our ostensible first stop, east of Lake Lavon in Nevada. Only problem was she didn't live in Nevada; she lives in Powell. Wrong city, right zip code. Oops. Reschedule. So then we did the two jobs that were left and came home. Scheduled the house inspection and then I got to work scheduling Monday. Thought I had it all done when Carole mentioned a different sheet, which meant I had to start essentially all over. It took a long while and several phone calls, but I finally got it all done.
In the meantime Carole had gone to pick up the kids from school and stop at Dave's to get the video games. (We weren't supposed to have them tonight, but the babysitter called to say she had a church function she hadn't remembered, so we switched nights with her.) The kids dug having the video games here for once (twice, actually); Alexander said he wanted to sleep here all the time now. I wonder what was the difference? Everything was fine until
bedtime. Alexander and I had a good ol' time playing on our big bed until Angelina was ready, at which point it was her turn and I told him it was time to get in bed. He kept ignoring me, even as I got more serious with him and told him I was getting upset. Angelina by then was ready and in bed herself and then he wanted to look at his photo album. I told him no, it was time for bed, way past time, and we'd had lots of fun, but it was time for bed. He started crying and I told him if he didn't stop crying and start getting into bed before I counted to five, he'd lose a song. He didn't, so he lost a song. I told him again, he didn't again, so he lost another song. I told him again, he didn't again, so he lost his last song. Of course he was upset by all this, but he's got a stubborn streak going on lately that we can't abide, particularly where minding me is concerned. I told him it was very sad that he lost all of his songs and gave him one back, but he only got the one. Of course I tickled him and gave him lots of kisses and he was giggling and laughing and ready for more when I gave the Big Kiss. (Angelina said she was too tired for the Big Kiss, which was a first, but I saw her still catch it and the small kisses from inside her sleeping bag, which was funny and cute.) Such is the life of a parent, and to some degree specifically a step-parent.
And now I'm going to get back to the Billy photo project, which entails me scanning a multiplicity of photos of Billy to send him and Shana. This was prompted by the wedding collage; I thought Shana in particular might like to have some old photos of Billy, and realized Billy would probably like to have them himself. So I'm scanning in several to send them tonight.
Back to it.
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