So I realize that my rant before was incomprehensible...

just goes to show what happens when you try too hard to remain ambiguous - it doesn't work the way you want it to...

I'm referring to one of the people at school who is in charge of one of the labs I teach. She said something all of a sudden today about a midterm that I'm supposed to give, when I thought, according to the syllabus, we didn't have lab because of the midterm *lecture* exam. Turns out I should have not cancelled class and I should be giving a midterm. Oops. It's not my fault, though - none of my other labs have midterms. I just don't know what to do now...

On the way to take Natha to his grandparents, he asked me, 'When I am big like you, can I work at McDonald's?' To which I replied that he could be whatever he wanted. He then told me he wanted to be 'a cooker at McDonalds, and to give the kids the drink and toy, and their fries.' I told him he can be whatever he wants to be - I think it's good to have dreams. :)

I'm tired - I think I'm about to go to bed for the night... I've been up *way* too long...

Ed & Sean are playing Warioware Mega Party... I've gotten to where I can have it on in the background, and as long as they're playing the othello-like game, I'm ok with it. It's better than MarioKart, honestly. Now that I've got this blog, I have something to do without getting up and doing something around the house.

I realized today why I micromanage things so much - Ed's been in charge of multi-million dollar projects, but I tell him how to open a juice box... Until Erin then Ed came along, all of the people I was around in my personal life needed *everything* spelled out for them with all details present the first time, then I still had to hope it would get done satisfactorily. Every detail I left out was one more thing they would improvise incorrectly. Some because they're under the age of 5, and some because they're semi-terminal flibbertygibbits. Now that the people in my life have a good sense of personal responsibility about themselves, I don't have to give all the details up front - they're smart enough to get it done and it be right the first time regardless of what I say. Which is refreshing, I just am not used to it... So I'm sorry for your suffering, you two. I'm getting better slowly... Especially you, Ed, who has to deal with it the most...

Ah, time for lots of studying and sorting through house stuff (tomorrow). The only thing I have to get done in the house is Natha's toys. He's already into the Pokemon cards big-time, so he doesn't play with all the tchotchke-esque pieces of plastic he's amassed during our multiple trips to the various fast-food chains made desirable by myriad no-good influences. He shouldn't even notice they're gone, honestly - it'll just look like his room became cleaner. :)

I'm going to bed, leaving Ed & Sean to their game - Ed's got one of those really nice space-beds (no relation to space bags) with the memory foam mattress. We've decided it's *too* comfortable to get out of in the morning. Hopefully once we're living together that will change - we can lay about in smaller chunks instead of 2 hours every sunday morning... Hopefully...

G'night, dears.