crunch time

[flea]

I am home for the 2nd day in a row with the Dillo, who is on-and-off feverish but not otherwise symptomatic for anything. I chose to come home at 10 am yesterday with him because I'd been up half the night with him and was exhausted; today mr. flea had a presentation to give and what with prep time we couldn't even really split the day.

Unfortunately I have a final exam for Class A (2 essays written, 1 thought about, 1 not even touched) and my final assignment for Class B (advisory board written, management credo sketched out, resume drafted but needs work, fake job application not touched) due this weekend. So if Dillo is not better tomorrow (he is a little warm now, but not enough that I've given him anything) mr. flea has to stay home, so I can go in and get the assignments done, or mostly done. I might need Saturday AM, too, except we have to grocery shop, and mr. flea leaves for Belgium at 2 on Saturday (plane isn't until 7pm, wtf?). So right after I make the tiring push to get this schoolwork done, I'll have my 5 days of solo parenting. Then Thanksgiving. Then the next week I have to write a 10-page paper and work another Sunday shift.

I'm, like, pre-emptively tired. Must make grocery list now, since I can't do anything that requires actual concentration.

Comments

[veejane.livejournal.com]

Do not stress about Thanksgiving. I know somebody must deliver pizza on that day.

...Joking, joking. Last year, I was that noodnik walking into Shaws at 5:30 pm (aware it would close at 6) saying, "I just need one thing! I swear!" (That thing was butter.)

[casperflea.livejournal.com]

I am buying 2 packs of butter this weekend. If that's not enough, well...

[serrana.livejournal.com]

Oh, jeez, I once tried to buy a sandwich on Thanksgiving.

Never again. Never ever.