I've been in my bathrobe since 6:00. Hey, Winter.
I'm only letting myself blog because I did so much work on my thesis this morning that it doesn't feel like cheating. Any other day, these feel like wasted words since they're not going into The Big Freaking Deal That Is My Graduate Thesis, but tonight I'm in a good mood. I'm down to only about twenty more pages of revisions, and one more scene that needs to be written.
THIS IS HUGE.
I'm trying to meet a self-imposed fake deadline of Wednesday, November 6, which is a little more than a week before the real deadline of November 15, but 1) you know me, I like to be early to everything, and 2) I'm going to be on a dual-purpose trip this weekend, so I don't want to be tapping everyone I know on the shoulder, going woe is me, please listen to how not-done my thesis is, you guys. I'm taking high school kids to three colleges in southern California with my teaching buds, then I'm getting dropped off in Santa Barbara, picked up by a former student (holla!) and dropped off in LA to hang out with my writer friends. It's a lot, so I don't want to be doing my crazy "don't talk to me, I'm still writing" thing.
I'm hoping maybe to be over this whole "fragile Heather" act soon.
I'm not going to lie and say that life around here has gotten suddenly awesome yet, though. I'm still having a rough time, and there are still messes everywhere. Look:
It's like that in my head right now, too. I keep waking up at 4:00 AM and thinking of all the things I need to do. Which is stupid because nobody ever remembered a middle of the night to-do list (especially me), so the trying to remember becomes its own thing. Last night I got a night off from the listing and the remembering and the trying, but it was only because I got a visit from the Migraine Fairy. Blerg.
BUT. Things are moving. As things do. I'm still putting my nervous energy into crochet projects, which has been pretty soothing. Finished one blanket, started another. Actually, I've started the white one three times with three different patterns, but I'm finally happy with the one below.
As always, the monkeys are making me laugh and being so super easy and good that I can't even write about it because it sounds like I'm lying. They just are. Roo finished her first session of swim clinics with a goofy Halloween relay night that was tons of fun for me and E to watch. Addie's loving swimming. I'm loving that she seems to have found something she likes and she wants to work so hard at. I love to watch her. She's so graceful. Even with a pumpkin on her head.
Halloween isn't my favorite, but these guys did it up big. I'll admit that seeing my sweet daughter in a Bad Piggy costume (from Angry Birds) made me ache a little bit for the sparkly princess days, but then I remembered that when I was her age I got the idea from some book I read (I wish I could remember which one) to be a fried egg for Halloween. So... yeah. We went with it. And E was a champ--I was super sick that night and I spent the night in bed--he took them up and down the neighborhood streets on the Trick or Treat hike.
The day after Halloween, Henry and his class visited Rhoads School, and he had to dress in costume.
His teacher sent us this very nice picture that's the size of a postage stamp. He must be in there, but I don't see him.
Anyway. I feel like I have a lot of things I want to say, but none of the brain cells to organize them. The end is near. And I don't mean that in a creepy, guy on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial, shouting, kind of way (look, a random memory from my childhood!), I mean it in a thank God this is almost over so we can all drink tequila way.