Tag: My Kid

Room Service

Friday 8/7/09

 

We’re moving slowly today.  I was awake at 7:30 am but those people I travel with weren’t.  I ended up reading for a while (The Husband’s copy of The Fall of the House of Bush.)  My book is Suzanna Clarke’s A House in Fez about restoring a house in Morocco but I wasn’t in the mood to read about houses after visiting our friends sweet home last night, stepping into the life we might have been living if we had stayed in Seattle and continued the life we started when we bought our little house near Seattle U.  

 

After we got back to the hotel, My Kid was hungry (as she seems to be every 2 hours these days) so we took a short walk to Palace Kitchen, the Tom Douglas restaurant with the late-night kitchen we used to frequent when The Husband was started making decent money while we were still doing theatre at Annex.  So there were memories.

 

Now it’s after ten and we have ordered some room service because My Kid is hungry and The Husband and I are both on our laptops and not moving quickly at all.  

 

In preparation for the end of this leg of the vacation…The Husband is giving My Kid all her chargers (Nintendo DS et all) to put into her luggage because we’re going on to Montana for two weeks with the other grandparents and The Husband is going back to work.  Sigh.

 

Yeah!  A phone call from an old friend.  I’m going to have coffee today with someone I know from both Montana and Seattle!

 

The day is shaping up with plans for swimming and lunch and Seattle Center and more time with The Mother-In-Law.  But for now we are still in the hotel room content with cartoons on the TV and real live window washers on the office building across the street.

 

 

 

Cookie Deadline Emergency!

Last year I was such a good mommy helping My Kid sell her Girl Scout Cookies to the neighbors and the folks at the diner and showing others who didn’t even want the cookies how to avoid the calories by sending them to the military troops overseas (so My Kid could get her Girl Scout Cookies for The Troops badge). This year I have done nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. Squat. Nothing.

Therefore my kid has sold nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. Squat. Nothing.

Sooooo. The sale ends this weekend…. Yikes!!!!!

I am scrambling to find out the price of a box of cookies. I am that out of the loop!

Bad timing. The sale started in December not long before Christmas break. Need I say more…

My sister came from LA for a visit.

We went to Hawaii for a conference and My Kid missed the first week of school.

Our return was delayed and we took the red-eye from Seattle arriving back in Brooklyn at 6:30 am Monday morning. The Husband stopped at home just long enough to take a shower before going in to the office.

My Kid got to school on time so she could touch base with her teachers and classmates on the last day before the @#$%^! No Child Left Behind 3rd Grade English Language Assessment Two-day-long Standardized Test!

The Husband was too busy and too new at his job to let anyone know his household contained a cookie pusher and take orders at the office like I wanted. Last year he took orders from his team but by the time the cookies arrived the company had been sold and the staff had scattered and we were left with a lot of extra cookies. I don’t want to do that again.

And now the sale ends in 4 days! I don’t want My Kid to sell NOTHING!

Just trying to sell enough to get the participation patch…and maybe the cookies for the troops patch…

As for the Girl Scout incentive prizes; pajamas, beach towel or USB Band and iPod Nano (for selling 1000 or more boxes of cookies) Fageddaboutit!

My very last hour before My Kid’s Christmas Vacation starts…

Last minute things to do

Buy tapes for the video camera

and batteries for toys…

Sparking wine for the Christmas morning mimosas…

Charge the camera and video camera batteries…

Water the tree…

Plan tomorrow mornings food shopping trip–gonna brave the crowds…

Is this room cold or has the blood from my fingers gone to my stomach to digest the cheese and crackers I’ve just eaten.  What if the heat’s gone completely out?   Oh how my mind wanders to holiday disaster scenarios.

I stayed at My Kid’s school past drop-off this morning, long enough to listen to the sing-along.  I am easily distracted from my to do list.  But, it was worth it.

Then I went into the Manhattan to search unsuccessfully for some accessories for a gift already in the pipeline.  What a waste of time.  I didn’t find what I wanted. What a waste of time.  I need to clean.  I need to shop for other things.  I need to shop for food.  So much for tasty treats for My Kids teachers.  Hey cut myself some slack, I organized the class gift.  But, I visualized giving them the dried fruit that they noticed in My Kids lunch…but I didn’t make it to Sahadi’s this week. Oh, well, as class parent I did put effort into organizing the class gift.  Oops I didn’t send any Christmas cards.  Too late now.  The Husband and My Kid are part Japanese, New Years Cards as a concept buys me some more time…  The candy canes finally made it onto the tree last night but the snowflakes and My Kid’s twelve tiny brass angels are still in the box.  Did I water the tree yet today?  

 I’m working on a clown festival application with a deadline of December 31.  Why did I wait so long?  What happened?  It was just Thanksgiving and now tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

My sister’s coming to visit–with her cat…kitty litter…  Does she still drink Diet Coke?  I don’t have any.  I’m such a bad hostess.

Times up! Gotta go pick up my kid so her vacation can begin.