School's off to a rip-roaring start, but you won't be hearing much from me. I have two articles due on Friday, so I'm trying to focus on getting those done. Of course, I also have Chinese class tomorrow. And today I spent the day at the Embassy, where I attended a spouse employment program. I know, I know - I'm busy enough as it is. But it would be nice to make some money (hey, we've got FOUR kids to put through college) and any of my fellow writers who are reading this blog will know that it's hard as heck to make any serious money writing. I have a regular gig with a magazine here, and I've been updating guidebooks and maps and writing for stateside newspapers, but unless I break into the big magazines, I won't be pulling in lots o cash any time soon. Hence the job fair. But of course, once again I had to bring Ainsley, seeing as how I'm a nursing mom. So I walked into a room full of spouses who looked pretty professional, and I was, ummm, shall we say, not exactly the pick of the litter.
They did a big conference call with some of the consulates, and as the tech guy was setting it up, he explained that whoever was talking would appear on the screen, as the microphones are sensitive enough to pick up "the slightest noises." I would've grabbed my baby and fled right then and there, but I was wedged in a corner. Oh, well. Amazingly, Ainsley was a trooper and held out til the bitter end with nary a cry. I did have to stand and bounce her throughout, but whatever. It's not as though I was wearing heels or anything nice like that. Oh, no. I had on tennis shoes.
I'm sure they'll hire me, aren't you?
This afternoon, I went to meet the kids at the bus stop. I offered to get them ice cream and hang out at the playground, but Shay wanted to go straight home and get his homework out of the way (aside: huh?). So I said we'd choose some and bring it home. Then Aidan pitched a fit because he wanted to eat his ice cream at the playground.
So I left him at the playground with his ice cream, pedalled home to deliver ice cream for the other kids, then pedalled back to the playground. I got there just as Aidan was strapping on his helmet, and he told me in no uncertain terms that I was to Turn Around and Go Home, as he wanted to ride home by himself.
I rode off a ways and hid. But when he came pedalling around the corner, he saw me and screeched to a halt, refusing to continue until I left. I tried one more time with the same result. So I went home. He rode up to the house a minute later and waved and smiled as if nothing was amiss, as if he hadn't just chewed me out for wanting to escort him home.
My little guy: he's growing up too fast.
His brother, too. Bart and I stopped by the school to visit the boys on Monday, but Shay's class was at lunch. So we went looking for him in the cafeteria. When he saw us coming, he nearly melted into the floor from embarrassment. And then he asked us to leave. They break your heart, these kids, they really do. I don't remember being embarrassed by my parents until I was quite a bit older than he is now. And gee, my parents really were embarrassing (hi, mom!), unlike me.
Would you look at the time? That's it for now; stop by again after Friday and I'm sure to have more news for you.