Yesterday/today: Go to pick dear son (DS) up from school. He has finished his AP Human Geography EOC (end of course) exam. This makes me feel good until he tells me that he finished it in one hour out of the four hours that have been allotted. And, to make it worse, he actually finished in forty-five minutes, then "triple-checked" his answers. Either this is very, very good or very, very bad. Actually, my fear is that it's horrid.
DS had a bad day at school. He had to buy his lunch at the cafeteria (because I am a slacker) but, when he got there, it turned out that his father, my ex-husband, had put money in the wrong lunch account, so, instead of buying lunch a la carte, DS had to buy the pre-selected lunch plate. Chicken tacos. Oh! The horror!! Call school and leave a message with the cafe staff, to avert TRAGEDY at lunch tomorrow. On tomorrow's menu? Oven fried sweet potato chicken. The thought of that dish makes even me shudder. What is oven-fried sweet potato chicken? i don''t want to think about it.
To Target (department/discount/variety store) to buy bottle of wine. DS insists on coming in with me. No idea why, but I am mildly annoyed. This is a two-minute errand. Grr. Why compiicate things? So I stomp into Target right behind him, only to see him surreptitiously checking over his shoulder, then skulking off to the Mother's Day card section. This warms every cockle in my crusty old heart, and I have to say that I have quite a few cockles.
Home and to bed. Today was emotionally brutal. From bed, I do the usual drill sergeant Mom act and demand DS does homework. He comes right back with, "No. I have exams all week and I'm tired. I think it will do me good to take a night off." I decide not to argue. What's the point?
Make DS and me chicken stir fry then remember with a start that my friend, Larry, is cooking str-fry for dinner at his weekly church supper. *Guilt* but I manage to cough down my food anyway.
Watch stupid TV show then plan to watch another, but an unexpected Zzzzz overtakes me.
Blessed sleep ... for five whole hours. Up in the middle of the night. Again. Yay.
Put this time to good use. Post many random and sundry things in PDO. Watch favorite political shows on the internet. Ponder how a man can be the hero who rescues imprisoned women and a laughingstock all at the same time.
Check my email. Wordsmith word of the day is cockshy. Look it up, but hint: This week's theme is words that look like they're offensive, but that are not. I love wordsmith. Must be very cool to just look up and talk about words all day.
Back to sleep, just in time to have to wake up. *grumble*
Up. DS to school for more tests.
Me:Lament rainy, rainy, yucky day. I wanted to take a walk. Oh well.
Not sure what's next ...