Home :), updating World of Crackraft, have turned an old laptop into a Linux box (more like a boxette) in order to do some work on it that I need for my dissertation, have taken winter clothes to my house and retrieved summer clothing and my old Economics classnotes from there (the classnotes are needed for one of the essays I still have to write - whomever made that course required is my hero), thinking that I should convince Mummy Dearest to make Death one of these days…
Got a Kayute Overdose yesterday, as we went to babysit The Nephews for a couple of hours. The Nephew was very agressive at first; judging from some things he said when he finally managed to relax, he’s caught some Grownup Conversations about losing jobs… Call me a cranky bitch, but if his parental units are so worried about the extremely-unlikely possibility that Middlebro will lose his job (1), maybe they could buy a bit less clothing? I know SiL is a shopaholic, but when the Kidlette’s closet has over a meter of tightly-packed hangers bearing clothes with the tags still on, it’s perhaps a mite much. Each of these kids has more clothes than I had in my whole first 5 years.
The Kidlette, as was to be expected, didn’t remember me at first. I think she did find me a bit familiar, from how she looked at me with her head tilted and leaning forward; she looks at Total Unknowns head-on and leaning back, or she used to do so. She accepted the proferred plush Highland Cow, but set it aside until she’d decided to accept me. Excuse me, must wipe drool off…
At one point, The Kidlet started playing with a construction set he likes a lot. Previously, The Kidlette knew how to separate the blocks but not how to put them together. She spent some time trying to put blocks together and, after managing to do it to her satisfaction three times, decided it was time to investigate what her brother was doing and give him a hand. So, she’d go where he was working, take off the last piece he’d added and try to put it back on. At first he was angry, but when we told him that she was trying to copy him, he got into Big Teacher mode and started bossing her around, “give me that one” “that other one” “you can place this one… here… nooooo! not like that! aaah, she still doesn’t do it right, you know” No shit, dood, she just started.
I have NO IDEA why I am so tired. Really.
1: SiL can’t lose hers, she’s “won a permanent spot” as a Seguridad Social doctor in one of the villages nearby but won’t know which one in months, until then she’s working her old “non-permanent” spot, also as a SS doctor.
My boss lady came by today to say Hey and she likes the changes I’ve made (furniture, wall stuff etc). <small Snoopy dance 'cause I’m happy>
