Rioja..

 Spanish red wine. It tastes round and ripe. I try not to drink during the week but today…was less than good.

I wasn’t all there in my head today. Easy to get lost in my thoughts. In my worries. Cannot be like that at work. I have to pull it together better. 

My mom’s cat scan brought okay news. She’s not getting better but she’s certainly not getting worse, in spite of how she looks and seems. It was better not seeing her face to face today.

My Q got in trouble for slapping a girl in the face during Latch Key. I made him time out in his bedroom till dinner. He howled his outrage for an hour and a half. Then Cam started screaming and kicking at me when I refused to back down and give him a chocolate bar. I gave him the other options, a cheese stick, an apple, pretzels and peanut butter but he continued his tantrum for a solid 20 minutes. I sat as placidly on the couch as I could muster, my head back and my eyes closed. I willed myself back to work. Even though it had been an incredibly busy hectic day and I had been my own brand of stupid. Finally he settled on pretzels and peanut butter. Won’t take long for him to realize I don’t back down. EVER.

Even Frank was in a pissy mood, sniping at me over little. I called my cousin, ostensibly to talk to her and find out how she was feeling after her achilles tendon surgery, but also to vent. I felt a little better after the call. Will go see her over the weekend, esp since my sitter has cancelled already. She does it rarely, luckily.

I am trying to decide if I should put forth the effort to do OctoMoPho. Is anyone else participating? Is anyone around yet? Or is there just a sorrowful echo left in the dusty halls?