Last night was really rough for some reason. Wolverine was up at one and didn't go back to sleep, even though he was extremely tired, until somewhere around 3:30. In the midst of his fussies, the puppy decided to join in so 2:30 am, I'm standing in the middle of the yard with the obnoxious one trying to keep him from barking at the deer who have taken to sleeping in our neighbor's yard. Such fun. Then I had to get up to get CrazyHorse ready for school. So I'm running on empty today.
CrazyHorse's annual school bookfair is coming up next week and I'm plotting the letter to send with him. Last time he went to a bookfair the people working it wouldn't let him get books based on his reading level instead of his grade level and he ended up bringing home no books at all. This year, I'm not going to allow that. And if they DO push him back over to the 1st grade section this year, I'll call someone. I didn't last year as it's just a bunch of PTA volunteers who don't know any better but still. Telling a kid who reads at a 5th grade level that he can only get books from the 1st grade section is stupid...
Hubster is working afternoons this week - which is sort of nice and sort of not. I've gotten used to him being on daylight and now my schedule is going to go *poof*. Oh well. Worse things could happen.
I turn 29 on Sunday. This is very strange. I really don't feel anywhere near 29. Somedays I feel ancient and others I feel like a teenager. Never in the middle where I actually am. Funny how that works.
Hubs got me a membership to our local gym but I still haven't been able to go yet. I'm looking forward to it. I figure, if I find a way to go twice a week (or three times if I'm lucky), then I don't have to change the way I eat much to really get back to the shape I want. I'm looking forward to that but not obsessively so.
All the non-writing related news for the day...