Made it through the day

and now it's happy hour. Reprieve came in an unexpected form from a surprise source. The other thing didn't blow up quite as bad as it could have. And I got done everything that absolutely had to get done.

Time to exhale.

Bball tomorrow, then on to conquer...

Maxed out

Finally. I've hit bottom. I know now what it looks like. Or I have before, but this is a new bottom. Different from previous bottoms. Definitely more muddy.

I've stretched myself too thin and this time, there is hell to pay.

I need to get through this. I'm just not sure how, yet....

Update and Random Thoughts

So Nic has joined the swim team, per his teacher's request. Only a couple of practices before the meet, but it's at our home pool, I think it will be fine. Last day of b'ball is Saturday. We'll go, finish, and move on.

Had a nice morning with DH and G--we had bloodwork to get done, and G was along for the ride. He liked being the center of attention, for a change.

I have a ton of work (still!) to do--beats the alternative, but I need to unblock my writing channel, which is why I'm over here gushing for a bit. Speaking of gushing, I have the same soppy BB tune rolling around and round in my head, and I wish some one would make it stop.

And I have HOUSE on the brain. I love Hugh Laurie, and this is one of the best shows I've seen in a long time. I just caught the one with the autistic boy and think they got a lot of it right. The one thing that bugged me was that parents like those depicted would know their son better than they portrayed on the show. But I think they got some of the more important stuff right, ALMOST making up for the gaping hole. Almost.

But I decided I like Hugh Laurie more than Stephen Colbert, even though I would still like to mess SC's hair up, just on general principle.

Back to it.

Crisis of Confidence

Basketball did not go so well last night. One boy kept knocking Nic's ball out of his hands and I saw him kick Nic at least once.

And Nic got punished for lashing back.

I've heard about this, now I'm living it.

Only one more game. But I sincerely doubt we'll do this next year.

Isn't it enough he's in school?

Isn't it enough his brother is his best friend?

He needs to learn how to act in the world, but....

Need to think long and hard about next steps.

I never should have watched vids of the kids last week

I'll be the next six months trying to recover from it.

Life goes on. We had a black tie gala Friday that went well, I had a conference to attend yesterday am in South Jersey that went fine--made some good connections. Nic played basketball--okay, not great. Have to manage my own expectations of him. I don't expect him to play great, but I do expect him to play. He played great the last minute--if he played that way every minute--or at least every OTHER minute he was out there, I'd be happier.

I know he can do it. Sometimes he wants to. Other times, not so much.

Need to get back to work. Too much going on.

Drowning, Not Waving

The busy two weeks is quickly turning into a busy month. I knocked out that which I needed to, only to find three more deadlines in their places.

GREAT. I'm happy for the work, but I think I have in fact bitten off more than I can chew.

(Sleep is overrated)

Good news on other fronts; the neighbor kids asked Nic to go scootering with them on Monday. He's liking basketball and soccer, and we're doing township for both next year. Scouts is done. He didn't have a good session last night, and he doesn't like it. Meeting tonight, fancy dinner for us all tomorrow, basketball on Saturday.

And somehow all the work I have on my plate will get done.

(Sleep is overrated)

Have to finish the database update, and then back to the paper.

heh

The most scripted line in my house right now, from Toy Story:

"You are a sad, *strange* little man. And you have my pity. Farewell!"

Buzz Lightyear--in quadrophonic sound. Who knew?