duh duh DAAAAA ...

I need to scrub down the Zweeble bathroom fast, before I commence Operation: Turn Off the TV.

I do not know how this will go. (Either thing.) Wish me luck.

blah de blah de blah

Let's see, what's going on?

Eventually I will finish the Doctor Who meme. Tremble in fear.

Scott says he's sick. I am clinging to the hope that this is a really bad allergy attack, brought on by a week and a half straight of rainy weather. Nevertheless, I plan to spend the night on the couch. Which means I need to take some Motrin before bed.

I spent most of vacation trying and failing to get into The Windup Girl. I'm not sure why, but it wasn't working for me. Part of it might have been that I wasn't really in a reading brain-space, but I did suck down two Scott Pilgrim books, so I'm not sure. When we got home I tried A Dark Matter by Peter Straub, which I had also given up on, and was sucked in three pages later. Clearly I should have given it three more pages when I tried the first time. I'm not a giant Straub fan, but I love Shadowland and I really liked this book a lot. There were times it reminded me of Stephen King, too, which was interesting. An odd reflecion of some King tropes, I guess. Now I'm working on The Bird of the Sky, one of Kage Baker's last few books, which I am liking quite a bit, too.

I won't be getting Mockingjay until ... well, I might order it, so a few days. Or I might just get it while I'm in town on Thursday. Not sure. I really want to read it, but I can wait.

The Zweeble has been telling me stories and playing pretend with his toys more. Today, as part of Operation Turn Off the TV,* we put race cars on his little Fisher-Price track thing and made them do flips, until they were attacked by dragons. And Dr. Doofenschmirtz, who tried to make an alliance with the dragons and was chomped on. Lockheed the friendly dragon and Perry the Platypus defeated the dragons, and then got to be friends with the race cars in Car World, and then Spike Jr. the friendly dinosaur showed up to hang out. Unfortunately, Spike Jr. stepped on some of the cars and had to apologize (he also had to apologize for laughing--the thing actually walks and then laughs once it's done with its program, and so he'd smushed some cars and was laughing about it--it was a bit of a PR disaster).

Preschool is going pretty well. At least, I think it is. I can't tell if he's learning very much that he didn't already know, though his numbers and counting are better, and he can actually sing the alphabet song now. When he sits with his little legs crossed, he calls it "criss-cross applesauce" because that's what his teacher taught him.

Z. has a serious baby-crush on his teacher. Let's call her Ms. M. There is also Ms. K, who is all right and always helps Z. with his craft projects, but Ms. M ... well, she's da bomb. And yesterday, as we went to school, Z. lost whatever small thing he was playing with, and he said, "Ms. M. says that if you can't do something one way, try a different way."

He's also been talking about the other kids a little more. Again, I'm not sure if his new ability to share and take turns is maturity or school or a combination of both. But I'll take it.

Tomorrow I'm spending the day doing laundry, balancing the checkbook, paying bills, and clipping coupons before we go grocery shopping. I am so domestic I could keel over. But you know, on Saturday I saw my best friend from 8th grade in the grocery store (we were visiting the parents and getting hair done), and ... well, she looks 37. I'm sure I look 37, too. It was odd, in a way, more proof that I'm getting older. She was wearing the traditional khaki shorts, knit top, flip-flop ensemble, and I was wearing my Doctor Who t-shirt and carrying my Girl Adventurer Bag. And, driving home, I realized, again, that I am ... well, not traditional. Not the wildest mom on the block, but I am a geeky mom, and I may as well get used to it, because I doubt it will change.

I need to take my Motrin, wash my face, and bed down out here for the night. And maybe read a little more ... just a bit, I won't be up until all hours! Seriously! I can be disciplined!


*lots of afternoon rain + morning preschool + my new schedule = not much outside time for the boy, which ---> waaay too much TV-time.