The conversation with the principal about "Perhaps the school should alert parents to the fact that their kids are on facebook" did not go quite as planned, since for example he did not know that his own school has a facebook page. He thought I was warning him THERE IS PRON ON THE INTERNETS!! which I was actually on like, the fifth book in that series, but whatever: baby steps.
Last week there was also a conflict with the gym teacher; he apparently thought that we were making fun of him with our very politely worded "Please excuse Squire from the whole-class detention" letter. The guy has some respect issues, as do I, so we started at least with that in common. I was kind of outraged about the whole situation; Friar seemed to be afraid I was going to go in and actually kick the guy's teeth in. Apparently he didn't understand that I have to get really angry as a form of girding. Maybe it's my Cold War upbringing but my thought is that I need to be armed, not that I need to fire. Naturally when I went in there my intention was to make sure that we're all on the side of getting my child as well educated as possible. I was all California smiles and charm. My people skilz are unfathomable so now we're all best friends and stuff; I know all about his daughters and his cottage and his 10 year break from teaching and his blood pressure and alla that. And he has a better understanding of Squire, and wheee, job well done awesome high five to myself.
"Unemployment" (by which I mean: no longer collecting a steady predictable paycheck) is not really all that bad; I've got enough work coming to keep my devil's playthings busy. I do spend a lot of time reading and a lot of time looking up stupid crap that I have no actual interest in, and I watched the entire first season of GLEE in basically one sitting, but ehn, things are happening. The brain surgeons keep giving me work, and then fun little things along the way, like a job reading a book for a recording for blind people.Yesterday Squire and I cleaned his room. It's basically the first time I've set foot in there since September (I call "goodnight" from the doorway, because whoa! he is messy.) I generally believe that you should be allowed to keep your own room, but like, not when you can barely open the door, so it was time for an intervention. FIVE HOURS, yo. Mostly because the archaeological significance of many things had to be appreciated for a few minutes, which my Pave The Earth housekeeping style does not understand and so I had to have frequent breaks to keep from screaming. But anyway, it got done.
I am distressed by people who do not understand LOLCATS grammar and try to make up their own, like they think it's just speaking English badly rather than any actual structure. Also irritated all out of proportion by people who "loveeeeeeee" things. It is a silent E; you are not emphasizing anything by typing it a dozen times. Yeah, so I'm going to go to Prague for a bit and take care of an actual baby until I can start thinking like a grown-up again. Wish for pretty weather for me!