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This week was...long. Started rough. Ended kind of okay, I guess.
Still dealing with the fallout from a removal last week. Had a removal this week, that escalated from increasingly desperate and irritating text messages to my kid going to the ER in the middle of the night for constipation. (Thing #842 they never warned us about in law school: dealing with other children's poop.) Recommended ending services on a mother, and then had a dad VR. Had a difficult meeting with a terribly mentally ill mother who's impossible to reason with. One of my cases slated for adoption next week went belly-up because one foster parent has been cheating on the other, and we can't have a kid adopted into a family that's imploding. (True fact #721: if you're going to have an affair with someone, don't pick a foster parent, because the government will get all up in your business.)
Had a lot of botched and missed meetings, which meant my driving around got muddled. Got to have lunch with the girls in the office once, though, which was nice. I did my best to generally get a good night's rest, but that got messed up near the end of the week. I ended up staying up all night in the lab with Cody on Friday night to keep him company while he worked. I knitted some, I wrote some, and I slept on the pallet on the bench that's just in the lab because sleeping in the lab is a way of life for the grad-level chemistry student. Earlier in the evening I'd brought Cody and his boss tacos because they needed food but couldn't leave the lab, and I swear for a while there they were actually talking in acronyms.
I did manage to go out for pizza one night with Cody, and he told me all about ellipsometry, most of which I didn't understand. We were watching this ESPN documentary about the murder of Nicole Brown (and how we both agree he probably did it - he was physically abusive to her, and then he killed her when she tried to leave him; classic abuser escalation cycle), and then the dad in the next booth over from us freaked out when he saw what was on the TV, because he had his kid with him (admittedly it wasn't very kid friendly).
Scouts was good this week. Next week is pack night, and the boys had to make box cars, so we bought cardboard boxes and spray paint and let them have at it. It was interesting, to see their very different artistic sensibilities. One boy wanted his box painted with flames up the sides, like a hot rod. The other boy wanted his box painted so it looked like a pond, all soothing blues and greens and yellows. When I went to buy spray paint, the lady at the store looked at me like I was some kind of delinquent.
Cody and I are working on a new song. Well, I started toying around with Gone Away on the piano, and of course he picked it up and did it better, and since I more or less already know the drum line for that song (I need to practice the transitions between verses and choruses a bit more) we've decided to add it to our very limited piano-drum repertoire. It's fun, playing songs together. There are a few notes in that song that feel a bit out of even my reach, but it's a song we both enjoy.
Had a fun girl's day out on Saturday with Naomi and Rose. We went for food and then hung around the Indian store chatting with lovely ladies and getting henna tattoos. I wanted one on my right hand and arm but am not dexterous enough to do it myself, so we had good fun. Wandered into a Walgreens afterward to get some sports tape to cover the henna so it wouldn't smear, and this one man just stared at us. We were the worst biker gang ever. Or maybe just the prettiest.
Drove up north an hour for Kieran's birthday party. It was a house party like the kind I only ever read about in college AUs or saw on TV - food, music, dancing, people hanging around. It was a nice night, and I put in a couple of dances pro forma. Some of Cody and Kieran's cousins were there, and some friends from B-town. More of them knew me than I realized, but in the dark I couldn't see their faces well and didn't really recognize their voices. Still, it was pleasant enough, and I think it meant something to Kieran that we went to see him.
We had a good long chat on the way up north, about how our families are so different. On the way south, we listened our way through RHCP's newest album, which I'd picked up.
Weird moment of the week: I was having a terribly bad day, so I came home and vented to Kip about work and life and the state of our house, and (possibly unfairly) whined about how Cody doesn't help as much around the house as I'd like. And then I went to sleep.
And then I woke up in the morning, and my kitchen was spotless.
It was like mini-Christmas, but I really need to stop whining so much.
Here's to a better week.
Still dealing with the fallout from a removal last week. Had a removal this week, that escalated from increasingly desperate and irritating text messages to my kid going to the ER in the middle of the night for constipation. (Thing #842 they never warned us about in law school: dealing with other children's poop.) Recommended ending services on a mother, and then had a dad VR. Had a difficult meeting with a terribly mentally ill mother who's impossible to reason with. One of my cases slated for adoption next week went belly-up because one foster parent has been cheating on the other, and we can't have a kid adopted into a family that's imploding. (True fact #721: if you're going to have an affair with someone, don't pick a foster parent, because the government will get all up in your business.)
Had a lot of botched and missed meetings, which meant my driving around got muddled. Got to have lunch with the girls in the office once, though, which was nice. I did my best to generally get a good night's rest, but that got messed up near the end of the week. I ended up staying up all night in the lab with Cody on Friday night to keep him company while he worked. I knitted some, I wrote some, and I slept on the pallet on the bench that's just in the lab because sleeping in the lab is a way of life for the grad-level chemistry student. Earlier in the evening I'd brought Cody and his boss tacos because they needed food but couldn't leave the lab, and I swear for a while there they were actually talking in acronyms.
I did manage to go out for pizza one night with Cody, and he told me all about ellipsometry, most of which I didn't understand. We were watching this ESPN documentary about the murder of Nicole Brown (and how we both agree he probably did it - he was physically abusive to her, and then he killed her when she tried to leave him; classic abuser escalation cycle), and then the dad in the next booth over from us freaked out when he saw what was on the TV, because he had his kid with him (admittedly it wasn't very kid friendly).
Scouts was good this week. Next week is pack night, and the boys had to make box cars, so we bought cardboard boxes and spray paint and let them have at it. It was interesting, to see their very different artistic sensibilities. One boy wanted his box painted with flames up the sides, like a hot rod. The other boy wanted his box painted so it looked like a pond, all soothing blues and greens and yellows. When I went to buy spray paint, the lady at the store looked at me like I was some kind of delinquent.
Cody and I are working on a new song. Well, I started toying around with Gone Away on the piano, and of course he picked it up and did it better, and since I more or less already know the drum line for that song (I need to practice the transitions between verses and choruses a bit more) we've decided to add it to our very limited piano-drum repertoire. It's fun, playing songs together. There are a few notes in that song that feel a bit out of even my reach, but it's a song we both enjoy.
Had a fun girl's day out on Saturday with Naomi and Rose. We went for food and then hung around the Indian store chatting with lovely ladies and getting henna tattoos. I wanted one on my right hand and arm but am not dexterous enough to do it myself, so we had good fun. Wandered into a Walgreens afterward to get some sports tape to cover the henna so it wouldn't smear, and this one man just stared at us. We were the worst biker gang ever. Or maybe just the prettiest.
Drove up north an hour for Kieran's birthday party. It was a house party like the kind I only ever read about in college AUs or saw on TV - food, music, dancing, people hanging around. It was a nice night, and I put in a couple of dances pro forma. Some of Cody and Kieran's cousins were there, and some friends from B-town. More of them knew me than I realized, but in the dark I couldn't see their faces well and didn't really recognize their voices. Still, it was pleasant enough, and I think it meant something to Kieran that we went to see him.
We had a good long chat on the way up north, about how our families are so different. On the way south, we listened our way through RHCP's newest album, which I'd picked up.
Weird moment of the week: I was having a terribly bad day, so I came home and vented to Kip about work and life and the state of our house, and (possibly unfairly) whined about how Cody doesn't help as much around the house as I'd like. And then I went to sleep.
And then I woke up in the morning, and my kitchen was spotless.
It was like mini-Christmas, but I really need to stop whining so much.
Here's to a better week.
