2005-12-01

First there was a mini-crisis with "work." My class is done, so I'm not getting paid, but I am still expected to participate in college things--but this time of year most of these are Holiday parties. Except that last week I got invited to speak at what most colleges call the "department chairs meeting" except that we don't have departments. I and the woman I am teaching with next semester were asked to talk about our class and how it fit with the general education of the college. I think in order to chastise the department that used to require my class--for dropping the requirement. Husband advised me not to go. Then MIL got called for jury duty and I had no babysitter. Then the agenda setter told my boss that it wasn't appropriate to have us there promoting a class. So I thought it was settled. Not so. yesterday I got e-mail that had us on the agenda and a note from my boss about changing the focus to almost all general education. Ok, let's be clear here--I am an adjunct instructor (part-time they can fire me if a full-time person feels like teaching my class) and really don't understand the college's general education stuff. Husband said--use the jury duty. And I did, but I was asked to prepare a statement to be read in my absence. So decided to tape America's next top model , shower and prepare the statement.

Then Emily--who after runnign and jumping and bouncing for a full half-hour after dinner started coughing. Then she got all upset and started puking--about the time we were going to start bedtime. So--scratch bedtime to clean the floor, the child, the husband and dunk both kids in the tub. So, bedtime (usually 7:30-8) got pushed back to 8:30 and showers for ALL were on the agenda.
I wrote my statement while husband showered, he edited it while I took mine, I fixed the 10,0000 things wrong with it and it was bedtime for parents (10:15). I did insist on reading my current novel for a few minutes, just so the night wasn't a total waste.

I did have sort of an epihpany about some of the crazy behavior that Amy and Emily sometimes exhibit about bodily fluids. Emily was crying that she "throwed-up all over the pretty rug" and then she started screaming about her favorite purple pants and how she LOVED that yellow shirt. I told her that Mommy would wash it all and it would be good as new. She looked relieved and said-"you aren't throwing them away?" Poor kid has been thinking that when she wets her underwear, pees on the rug or throws up that all that stuff gets pitched. I'm sure Amy feels the same. What is funny about it, is that I don't think I've ever thrown away an article of clothing in front of them (well maybe an old sock rag that had overserved its purpose). But they don't really get to see the washer either. Ahh the minds of toddlers.

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