If Only

If only every day could run on a two-hour delay. I could probably make it another 8 years to full retirement. I'm probably kidding myself saying that but it might make it easier. Oh well. I just need to win the lottery. 

So yeah, yesterday was fine. Bells were 29 minutes long I think. I was able to still get through my plans for my classes so there was no adjustment needed. And bonus, Stupid Baby was absent. Don't know why and that's unusual. Plus, when I sent grades to my parents yesterday, SB's mom's email sent an auto reply saying she'd be "out of the office" until 2/26. Could I get that lucky? Don't get me wrong, I really like SB but he wears me out sometimes. To call him a chatterbox is a total understatement. Every time he walks into my room he announces himself in some obnoxious way and it doesn't matter if I'm sitting there on the phone or talking to a colleague. I have to jump his ass every time and like I said, it's exhausting because he doesn't seem to learn. Etiquette is a foreign word to him. Oh, and anytime anyone walks into my room, he'll say, "Are you here for me?" It's become my automatic response anytime he opens his mouth to say, "Not everything is about you SB!" 

Jim's jobs today: Laundry. He didn't do it yesterday (surprise) so that's his task for today. I'll probably also put him to work doing a little straightening and cleaning. He did go to Aldi and said he felt good. Tomorrow I think I'll be sending him to Costco, my most dreaded errand. 

Last night I just wasn't feeling great - still - so I didn't do my planned meal (cod). Instead we had meatball hoagies. Although I just had a little slider sandwich. My point, I'll do the cod today. I got lots of sleep last night and am feeling better. 

The boys got in a big to-do last night, which was my fault. I went in to the guest bedroom where they like to sleep to tuck them in and I startled Boo. Usually I just let them go at it because eventually they'll cut the shit but they went on for longer than I liked so I had to throw a pillow at them. (I'd get torn apart if I stuck my hand in there.) No blood was drawn but they were both licking their legs and I think they either bit their tongues or bit each other's tongues. Afterward, Scout wouldn't sleep in the guest bedroom where he usually sleeps and where Boo was. Boo kept trying to go up to Scout, I think to say sorry, but Scout ignored him. They've made up now and all is well. 

I just hate that Boo has that quality about him. I hate that I caused the ruckus as well. Poor baby. Thankfully Scout usually manages to take control and end the situation quickly. Last night was not the norm. Usually if Boo even growls at Scout, Scout will stand over Boo and lay his paw over his head in a dominant way. Scout really is the boss. But Boo has some really big teeth. Ugh. 

I have a meeting today which is a combo ETR/IEP. I hate these because although I'm quick as a cat at my meetings and can usually get through them in 15-20 minutes, not everyone is like that. Evaluations can take FOREVER. However, this is a parent who I really don't think gives a shit. Just as long as her son is getting services and doing well. 

K - best mosey. Happy Tuesday. Later!