The day at work was just mildly depressing. I waded through hundreds of email messages, and then worked on my self-evaluation for focals. It's that time of the year. Luckily, I'd done the bulk of it in December when we did a 'mid-year' evaluation that was actually more like three-quarters of the year. That evaluation had been entirely positive, we'll have to see how the last quarter turns out.
I left at 12:30 to get Jet. He insisted on walking out to the van. On the threshold, he started saying, "I can't climb! I stuck in the mud!" And he mimed being stuck in the mud at the bottom of the door to the van, mostly by lying on and wiggling against the bottom step.
I said, "I'll tow you!" And I pulled out the strap for my badge and 'hooked' it onto Jet's hands, and pulled him bodily into the van.
"Yay! I free!" says Jet and dances about.
Hee. That certainly helped with the depression. Mmm... even a taste of gaming is nice.
Jet took the strap and my badge and the spring-loaded line that it's attached to and started playing with it. He played with it so intently that we drove all the way to Lafayette, a good twenty minute drive, and he was still awake. I was starving, so we drove through a Good Times, and when I start ordering Jet says, "I want fries and a pop, Mom. Fries and a pop!!"
So I got a combo. He ate all the fries. I got the cheeseburger. We shared the pop. After we were done, and I went to throw stuff away, he insisted on coming with me. He then wandered about. He was really tired and easily frustrated, so it took a while to herd him back to the van. When I finally got him back into his seat, I made sure he had nothing to play with and on the way home he fell fast asleep.
So fast asleep I got two hour's worth of work in when we got home. So fast asleep that when it was time to leave for the Rec. Center, I just called John up to say that we were going to be late enough it might not make sense. Given that it's at least two and a half hours after we get there that we get to have dinner, it would have been nearly 8. Ouch. We decided to do it tomorrow, instead. I got some time to proofread, and when Jet woke up we cuddled for a good long while before I got him some chocolate milk and he found a quarter of an apple from the morning. He ended up eating the last of his apple as well as all the other things he'd had today.
John called and went to the grocery store so that I could make green chile enchiladas. When I'd made them, and John heated a few up for Jet, Jet ate two corn tortillas with a sprinkling of salt. He got into the habit of eating them when he was in Mexico, so it seems a good thing to encourage. He also ate another half an apple. Eating boy. Yay!
Now John's printing up our taxes. Yay for refunds! Jet's playing with the printer, though, with some unexpected results. We got the radon test results and they're marginal, so there's a bit more to figure out. Radon, when it's in the basement, can be a carcinogen, especially if a kid sleeps there; but Jet's sleeping upstairs. So we probably shouldn't have to worry too much about it. The short-term tests are also mildly unreliable, especially when they've varied by a whole unit when four units is the harmful level so far as the EPA's concerned. So we should probably do a long-term test and see if we can get them to put some money into escrow against that amount if we do have to put in a system that can deal with the radon levels.
I feel pretty weird having everything be 'normal' again. Though my definition of normal is kind of weird with the eminent job-change, the move to come, and selling our house. Whew.