There was one day this month that Andrew was not available to interview for the PMF position. One day. Out of thirty! On that particular day he was scheduled to deliver a guest lecture at Weber State University. It's been on our calendar for months. So when Andrew got his interview date for the PMF was it any surprise that it was on the very same day? Not really. Murphy's Law, right?
Fortunately, Weber State was gracious enough to reschedule his lecture for the following day.
When Rachel started complaining that she didn't feel well on Thursday she mostly mentioned her head hurting, but she had a fever, refused dinner, and has a long history of throwing up for absolutely no reason. After I helped her into her jammies and tucked her into bed I decided that I would give her a throw-up bowl, just to be safe. She started throwing up around midnight.
Fortunately, Rachel is now old enough to effectively wield a throw-up bucket—she didn't miss a single time which means that I didn't have to do any emergency sheet-changing in the middle of the night!
The days are getting shorter. Winter is coming—the wild geese know! They've had a long fall and it's time to go... There isn't really any way to avoid it and yet we keep trying to switch around the time. My friend on Facebook posted a quote, apparently by a Native American/First Nations/Indian, who said, "Only a white man would believe you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket, sew it to the bottom, and have a longer blanket." Daylight savings time never used to bother me, though I must say that I always preferred falling back to springing ahead—because it meant an "extra" hour of sleep!
Unfortunately, my children can't read clocks.
They were falling apart at "bedtime" yesterday, which was an hour later than their little bodies were expecting (because they got up at their regular time yesterday morning, which was an hour "early" by the clocks) and then this morning managed to get up an hour "early" once again. It's sadistic to inflict "jet lag" into the schedules of young families across the world.
Fortunately, we'll get over it. We always do.
Fortunately, Weber State was gracious enough to reschedule his lecture for the following day.
When Rachel started complaining that she didn't feel well on Thursday she mostly mentioned her head hurting, but she had a fever, refused dinner, and has a long history of throwing up for absolutely no reason. After I helped her into her jammies and tucked her into bed I decided that I would give her a throw-up bowl, just to be safe. She started throwing up around midnight.
Fortunately, Rachel is now old enough to effectively wield a throw-up bucket—she didn't miss a single time which means that I didn't have to do any emergency sheet-changing in the middle of the night!
The days are getting shorter. Winter is coming—the wild geese know! They've had a long fall and it's time to go... There isn't really any way to avoid it and yet we keep trying to switch around the time. My friend on Facebook posted a quote, apparently by a Native American/First Nations/Indian, who said, "Only a white man would believe you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket, sew it to the bottom, and have a longer blanket." Daylight savings time never used to bother me, though I must say that I always preferred falling back to springing ahead—because it meant an "extra" hour of sleep!
Unfortunately, my children can't read clocks.
They were falling apart at "bedtime" yesterday, which was an hour later than their little bodies were expecting (because they got up at their regular time yesterday morning, which was an hour "early" by the clocks) and then this morning managed to get up an hour "early" once again. It's sadistic to inflict "jet lag" into the schedules of young families across the world.
Fortunately, we'll get over it. We always do.
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