After that, a low-key weekend.
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elfsSo, after the adventure at the hospital, Omaha and I rose out of bed late Saturday morning (I only awoke when the alarm went off beside me to remind me that a radio show I like to listen to on Saturday morning-- NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me-- was about to begin). We were both okay, but Omaha was still feeling very tired and out of sorts. I made scrambled egg sandwiches on English muffins with bananas and juice, and everyone ate most of what I gave them. Omaha nibbled at her sandwich and said she felt better, then went to do some research on ulcers and their indicators. I and the kids sat around and did, basically, nothing for a long time. Omaha was too tired to be functional, so I cleaned up the kitchen and made my way through various other chores than needed doing: take out the recyclables, stuff like that. Lunch was a mash of leftovers: egg salad for Yamaarashi-chan, PB&J for Kouryou-chan, grilled cheese for me. Omaha skipped.
Then I went shopping. Spent a lot of money on Omaha, but that's because I wanted to. Hated the shopping, though. The traffic was hideous, but oddly the people actually shopping were nice company. Nobody was terribly rushed and everyone seemed apologetic and calm.
Got home and made spaghetti and meatballs. The meatballs took a while, but they were fun and Yamaarashi-chan ate them all up. Good for her. Kouryou-chan ate all of her spaghetti but only one meatball before deciding, "I don't like meatballs." Then I drove![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shaterri to the airport just hours before they put up the new security barriers. By the time I got back home, Omaha was already reading to the girls. I was surprised that she was able to keep going, considering just how tired she seemed to be. I ended up finishing the reading because she just couldn't sustain it, and then we put the girls to bed.
I finished Halo. The last two rounds were utterly nerve-wracking, and I was glad to be finished with it. The last round, which is a drive through your exploding starship, shows that the game writers put some effort into a lot of different parts of the game. I'm a little annoyed that the game has little room for add-ons, the way Quake or Half-Life does; it would be nice to have new adventures to play out.
Sunday, more of the same. Breakfast was donuts, although I had granola instead. Then we opened presents. The girls got mostly books and clothes, although I did get them each a puzzle set: Kouryou-chan got a 200-piece of princesses and unicorns, Yamaarashi-chan got a 300-piece of teddy bears. Kouryou-chan immediately set out to finish hers, and by the end of the day, working on-and-off, had gotten the border and much of the upper-right-hand corner finished. Yamaarashi-chan, in contrast, took one look at hers and decided she'd rather do something else.
I gave Omaha a two-DVD collection of Red Dwarf, complete with the smeg-ups and the long version of "Tongue Tied." I also gave her a very nice picnic basket, complete with settings for four, insulated food area, blankets, and a bottle holder for drinks.
After a while, the girls watched Lion King, ate tuna fish sandwiches, and Omaha read Horton Hears a Who to them. We played a round of Go Fish, and one of Concentration. Kouryou-chan got excluded from the game when she got bored and wandered away, leaving Yamaarashi-chan and I to finish. She beat me, 12 pairs to 10. The missing pairs were in Kouryou-chan's abandoned hand.
Yamaarashi-chan also did great reading Put Me In The Zoo. She's really learning to read quite well, but she doesn't do it for pleasure yet. I hope that comes soon.
And I was so proud of Kouryou-chan at one moment. Yamaarashi-chan spends most of her time in a house full of teenagers, one of whom is Yu-Gi-O obsessed. All weekend, every time the girls got out their stuffed animals to play Yamaarashi-chan would arrange for "duels" and "battles" between them. I'm not exaggerating: every time. Kouryou-chan tried to role-play a party with her animals and Yamaarashi-chan would get the stuffed toys together long enough and then it would be "battle time." Finally, Kouryou-chan got fed up with this and shouted, "I don't want to battle! If that's all you want to do, I don't want to play with you!" and stormed out.
Good for her. I don't mind that kids play violence as make-believe, but it seems to consume Yamaarashi-chan. According to her teachers and friends, she doesn't act like that in real life, but in her fantasy life two people only occupy the same space for the purpose of beating up one another.
Omaha was still quite tired, so we took it easy. The girls were great about helping strip the beds clean, picking up their laundry, and the usual routine Sunday chores that they're part of. They put stuff away as I folded clothes and Omaha put the dishes away. All very domestic.
I drove Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's house and then went home. Kouryou-chan wanted sloppy joes, so that's what I made. She ate half a sandwich and all of her fries. I cleaned up most of the kitchen-- technically, it was Omaha's night, but she was so tired that I just left the countertop for her to wipe down-- and then put Kouryou-chan to bed. I read Put Me In The Zoo and Alladin (an atrocious Disney tie-in), then put her in bed for sleep. Or tried to. She didn't want to go to bed at all, and it was a fight to get her there. Finally, I gave up and left her with Omaha (who was watching TV) and went to bed myself.
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Then I went shopping. Spent a lot of money on Omaha, but that's because I wanted to. Hated the shopping, though. The traffic was hideous, but oddly the people actually shopping were nice company. Nobody was terribly rushed and everyone seemed apologetic and calm.
Got home and made spaghetti and meatballs. The meatballs took a while, but they were fun and Yamaarashi-chan ate them all up. Good for her. Kouryou-chan ate all of her spaghetti but only one meatball before deciding, "I don't like meatballs." Then I drove
shaterri to the airport just hours before they put up the new security barriers. By the time I got back home, Omaha was already reading to the girls. I was surprised that she was able to keep going, considering just how tired she seemed to be. I ended up finishing the reading because she just couldn't sustain it, and then we put the girls to bed.I finished Halo. The last two rounds were utterly nerve-wracking, and I was glad to be finished with it. The last round, which is a drive through your exploding starship, shows that the game writers put some effort into a lot of different parts of the game. I'm a little annoyed that the game has little room for add-ons, the way Quake or Half-Life does; it would be nice to have new adventures to play out.
Sunday, more of the same. Breakfast was donuts, although I had granola instead. Then we opened presents. The girls got mostly books and clothes, although I did get them each a puzzle set: Kouryou-chan got a 200-piece of princesses and unicorns, Yamaarashi-chan got a 300-piece of teddy bears. Kouryou-chan immediately set out to finish hers, and by the end of the day, working on-and-off, had gotten the border and much of the upper-right-hand corner finished. Yamaarashi-chan, in contrast, took one look at hers and decided she'd rather do something else.
I gave Omaha a two-DVD collection of Red Dwarf, complete with the smeg-ups and the long version of "Tongue Tied." I also gave her a very nice picnic basket, complete with settings for four, insulated food area, blankets, and a bottle holder for drinks.
After a while, the girls watched Lion King, ate tuna fish sandwiches, and Omaha read Horton Hears a Who to them. We played a round of Go Fish, and one of Concentration. Kouryou-chan got excluded from the game when she got bored and wandered away, leaving Yamaarashi-chan and I to finish. She beat me, 12 pairs to 10. The missing pairs were in Kouryou-chan's abandoned hand.
Yamaarashi-chan also did great reading Put Me In The Zoo. She's really learning to read quite well, but she doesn't do it for pleasure yet. I hope that comes soon.
And I was so proud of Kouryou-chan at one moment. Yamaarashi-chan spends most of her time in a house full of teenagers, one of whom is Yu-Gi-O obsessed. All weekend, every time the girls got out their stuffed animals to play Yamaarashi-chan would arrange for "duels" and "battles" between them. I'm not exaggerating: every time. Kouryou-chan tried to role-play a party with her animals and Yamaarashi-chan would get the stuffed toys together long enough and then it would be "battle time." Finally, Kouryou-chan got fed up with this and shouted, "I don't want to battle! If that's all you want to do, I don't want to play with you!" and stormed out.
Good for her. I don't mind that kids play violence as make-believe, but it seems to consume Yamaarashi-chan. According to her teachers and friends, she doesn't act like that in real life, but in her fantasy life two people only occupy the same space for the purpose of beating up one another.
Omaha was still quite tired, so we took it easy. The girls were great about helping strip the beds clean, picking up their laundry, and the usual routine Sunday chores that they're part of. They put stuff away as I folded clothes and Omaha put the dishes away. All very domestic.
I drove Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's house and then went home. Kouryou-chan wanted sloppy joes, so that's what I made. She ate half a sandwich and all of her fries. I cleaned up most of the kitchen-- technically, it was Omaha's night, but she was so tired that I just left the countertop for her to wipe down-- and then put Kouryou-chan to bed. I read Put Me In The Zoo and Alladin (an atrocious Disney tie-in), then put her in bed for sleep. Or tried to. She didn't want to go to bed at all, and it was a fight to get her there. Finally, I gave up and left her with Omaha (who was watching TV) and went to bed myself.
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Date: 2003-12-22 11:26 pm (UTC)Same as everyone else, as I experienced today during twenty minutes of waiting in line to get into the airport on the 194. Bleah.