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Oh, and I've been sick. Well let's see, the Sunday before the kids went back to school I put them to bed at 9:30pm, and at 11pm I hear them goofing off with each other. I yell at them to go back to bed, and a minute later Buffy comes to me and says, "Mom, you know how my door gets stuck sometimes?" Uh, No. I know there's a lock on her door, god knows why, but it takes a key that no one has to open it if it gets locked. "It's stuck, Buffy? Or it's locked?" "I think it's stuck." Of course it was locked. At 11pm, the night before school starts. She had to sleep on the couch and go to school wearing my clothes, with no backpack. Monday afternoon I called my dad, who used to be a locksmith, and he opened it up no problem. So then she decided she wanted to clean her room. Because she's trying to make a deal with me that if she cleans her room and keeps it clean until her birthday (February 18), then she can have a fish tank. In her room. I told her to clean her room before we made a deal because, face it, she'll never clean her room. So she cleaned it. Spic and span. Even her closet. Even under her bed. Her room is clean clean clean. So now I'm hoping that it will get messy by her birthday, even though I never okayed this deal, it's going to be hard to get out of it if she keeps it clean for 2 months. ***** Spike is failing Language Arts. That's ENGLISH CLASS. Why? Because he hasn't turned in his vocabulary definitions since October. He's getting an A+ in algebra, an A even in History, he's getting an A in everything but the easiest class on the planet. I told him I was tired at yelling at him for it, I don't want to be a yelling mom, and I don't want to beat him either, but if beating him was what it takes, then to go get his belt. "I left my belt at Dad's," he said, smiling that "I love you Mommy" smile at me. "Good," I said, "because you're going to dad's house this weekend. I'll let him know." The smile left his face. Calm down ya'll, I'd never hit him with a belt. I've got shoes for that, heh. ***** And me? I've been sick since New Years. Well, the Sunday after New Years. I came down with a cold and it barely started getting better Friday. Last night I started my period. So now I'm feeling yucky still. But at least I can breathe through my nose now. ***** Scott and I rented "Levity" Friday night. REEEEEEEALLY good movie. Kind of depressing, but it ended as good as the situation allowed. I recommend it. Saturday afternoon we decided to go see "21 Grams". Another EXCELLENT movie. But by the time it ended... I was through. Emotionally spent. As the credits rolled I leaned over to Scott and whispered "Next time we need to pick out a COMEDY." And he started laughing because it was just so obvious. We had picked two of the most depressing movies ever made, and couple that with "Mystic River" which we saw last month (another excellent but certifiably depressing movie), we were just done. "I don't care if we watch that new Steve Martin movie," I whispered, as Scott was choking on his laughter in the quiet theatre, "In fact, if you want to go to one *tonight*, I'd be up for it..." We went to dinner at Hoffman's Bakery and got scammed out of a lot of money for a little bit of food while we discussed how Sean Penn really needs to find a lighter movie to play in. One of the best actors ever, but those were two very heavy roles. Honestly, I recommend Mystic River, Levity AND 21 Grams, just don't see them one after the other. ***** I left Aptos early today so I could watch my newest Netflix movie, "Office Space". Now I feel cheered up, heh. ***** I've been doing really good at my job lately, because we hired a girl to help us out, but even though the pressure is off now, I am much more unhappy there. My new desk faces the corner, I can turn my chair around and look out the window, but otherwise I stare at a wall and a monitor all day. This is depressing me. Also, my officemates like the office to be about as hot as the 5th ring of Hell. Before, I could just crack open the window and cool myself down, now my only choice it to consistently "forget" to close the office door. I really want to do something on my own. I know, doesn't everyone? But why can't I? I've been thinking about this all year, and really, there's no reason why I can't TRY something. I could write a book afterall. Why not? I could. There must be something that could get me out of an office. ***** Even though I was sick last week I still did laundry. I just never folded any of it. I think I better go do some of that now.
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