My birthday is tomorrow, so now seemed like as good a time as any to post my wish list 😂😬.
1. My grown up birthday wish is for our long national nightmare to be over with this current administration. If only we could do a hard reset to November 2016 and abolish the electoral college at the same time. That would be great.
1. This conference started at 1, and they didn’t provide lunch. This information was provided at registration. Guess who still didn’t eat lunch today? To be fair, I ate breakfast and thought I was going to get a chance to eat lunch before I got here, but nope. On the plus side, I do have snacks.
2. I am exhausted, too. So that’s an A+ combination right there. Do you ever figure out how tired you are AFTER you actually get to sit down? That happened to me yesterday and today. The thought of standing up again makes me want to put my head on the table.
So, a lot has happened this month (I saw Hamilton! Went to the movies! Read very few books!), but most of that has been eclipsed by my stomach issues (STILL) and figuring out what to do about them. But before I get into that, I’ll explain my post title first.
At the end of last semester, I was talking to my office mate about how I have to tell my students stuff a ton before they get it (if they get it). For example, I had my students print out their papers all semester, and I would always tell them to print it out and read it when they were revising or editing.
The day after class (but before they turned in their final papers) a student came to see me to look over her final paper with her printed draft. “Oh!” she said in surprise. “When I print out my paper, I notice stuff about it that I didn’t see when it was on my computer.”
So in an effort to get back on track, I am getting back on track. This is another way of saying that I could either grade or write this post, and, well, you see what’s happening.
The back on track really does mean that I have not been getting enough sleep, so in order to do a better job at that, I have to accept that I’ll have to do more grading on the weekends. This makes me sad face for obvious reasons, but! It’s also the end of the semester so I just need to suck it up and deal.
Today is Mother’s Day, and I’ll spend it running an errand with (and for) my daughter. This is not a bad thing. She got a job (🙌🏾) and needs to get her uniform before she starts tomorrow. But this is the crux of why (and I can say this without bitterness) I treat Mother’s Day like any other day. As a single mother, it’s just another day for me where things need to get done, errands need to get run, and my daughter needs care.
So, my daughter is here for her summer break, which is yay. As previously mentioned, I did have to do some things to make my apartment suitable for two instead of one. So one of those things was buying her a bed.
Me: Do you want me to get the bed before you get here or do you want to wait?
Her: You can get it. I trust you. Just remember that I like a soft bed and not those doors you like to sleep on.
So, I get the mattress. Here’s what happened after her first night here.
Last time we met, I said that I had reintroduced cauliflower into my diet, and it was something I could have in small amounts if I really wanted it. WRONG. Cauliflower and I are no longer friends. Which means that most mushrooms are out. Oh, and apples and I have grown apart (this also explains so much). It’s just wild that all of these good for me foods have been slowly destroying my insides. Oh well.
In related news, I found out yesterday at CVS that the probiotic I’ve been taking to help with my stomach issues and to restore my gut to good health contains one of my no-no ingredients. I do not think I can tell you how pissed I was about it. This was definitely my mood:
I’m sitting in the laundromat so now seems as good a time as any to update. (Wifi at the laundromat? What a time to be alive!)
A lot has happened since I made my executive decision not to finish my daily blogging challenge for April:
My mom visited for two weeks. We went to Santa Barbara, one of the many (!) overlooks on Mulholland Drive, and met a cousin neither of us had met before. We also had dinner with one of your favorite new authors and mine and pre-gamed for a trivia night. (My mother has no interest in trivia so left after pre-gaming.) It was a great visit.
I went to the LA Times Festival of Books. I met so many wonderful authors for the first time: Gayle Forman, Rick Riordan, Jason Reynolds, Mary H. K. Choi, Aminah Mae Sofi, and some others I can’t remember now. I also saw some of your favorite YA authors and mine on some excellent panels and added soooo many books to my TBR. Everybody I talked to kept calling the event Bookchella, and it was accurate. It was reader nerd bliss.
The elimination diet is going along, slowly. I lost about two weeks of reintroduction time because I ate something that disagreed with me and had no idea what it was. (I did not prepare adequately for the Festival of Books, basically.) Anyway, I have learned that I am definitely, 100% lactose intolerant and that I can tolerate avocado (and like foods) in small amounts. Same with cauliflower (and like foods), though less of them than avocado.
I have spent the past two weeks nesting because my daughter will be here for the summer. After being on my own for nine months, I’ve had to do some things to make my apartment hospitable to two people instead of one.
I still have spring breakitis, I think. (Part of it is that at this time last year, I was completely done with teaching for the year. What a difference a change in school makes.) This is my way of saying I’m way behind on grading. Still, my post on selfish teaching holds. Grading has been a lot easier since I’m doing assignments that I want to read.
I signed up for TSA Pre✅. I am sure this is the best decision I have made so far this year.
I have very strong feelings about the Jane the Virgin season finale (SO STRONG), so I hope that writing this blog post will kick off some blogging mojo so I can talk about it here. Because I do want to.
I really hope Kevin (Probably) Saves the World doesn’t get canceled.