- 9–11 a.m.: Weekly meeting with the other Math Practice Guides — I enjoy this group so much! I'm going to propose that we all go out to lunch after our December 21 meeting; I would love to hang with them and talk about Real Life.
- 11–12:15: Shopping at Trader Joe's — a little Christmas shopping (cookies for my brothers, Sweet 'n' Salty Trek Mix for Mom's stocking) plus Advent calendars for my kids plus the fixings for tonight's good dinner: pork chops, mashed potatoes, fennel slaw, red-hot apples.
- 12:25 p.m.: Parent-teacher conference with Li'l Martini's four core teachers. English and Science love him, History and Math not so much (and I found both of them to be condescending prigs, so I get why he's not his best self for them). Still, it was fun to talk about my sweet boy for 20 minutes. Yes, five minutes per teacher — efficiency in action!
- 12:55–2:45 p.m.: Lunch with a dear friend whom I haven't seen in about six months. The time flew by!
- 2:45–3:25: Dinner prep.
- 3:25–6: Transport Li'l Martini, Nonstop, and Oh-So-Precious to their Points and Powers class, then more Christmas shopping at Newbury Comics and Kohl's. I scored some great stuff — so happy! My shopping is almost done, and it isn't even December! (Don't hate me because I'm organized.)
- 6 p.m.–now: Cook and eat the magnificent dinner, laugh heartily with my family, break open a package of four-way Joe-Joe's for dessert, and anticipate with great joy the fun of Christmas-decorating tomorrow.
(Which included one red velvet doughnut, two glasses of wine, two Joe-Joe's, a pat of butter on my potatoes, and no exercise. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da.)
(Actually, holding myself back from cuffing two of the backseat boys took a great deal of effort; I bet I burned off half a pound just gritting my teeth.)
Tomorrow is supposed to be bright and sunny (just like ME), and my hope is to take a long walk and get good and sweaty. Think the good thoughts for me, friends.
Off now to drink hot coffee and snuggle with my daughter and watch last night's Glee — she says we're going to cry. (Our favorite couple is Curt and Blaine. She calls them Claine. I call them Blurt.)