Tuesday Morning Fever

About once every few months I get fed up with my disaster area of an office. About that time, Hubby seems to notice my disgruntled state of affairs during our daily car swap and volunteers to handle the whole evening at home while I clean my office. I use the word clean loosely. Mostly, I shift stacks of papers, work on office projects I have been ignoring, and generally get work done in a solid flow of productivity. Something impossible during office hours, because like at home, I am constantly interrupted. Last night was one of those nights. I worked until around 11:30 pm and headed home. Sadly, on my second wind. I found Hubby where I always find him in the wee hours of the night, sitting at the computer writing emails to promote our family adventure club. He really should have gone into marketing instead of teaching!

So, since I wasn't sleeping, I took a hot bath, ate some cornbread with green chilis for a late dinner and drank a ton of milk, hoping to knock myself out on tryptophan. No such luck. After a few more hours of trying to go to sleep, I finally crashed.

After what seemed like mere minutes, Cornell was at my bedside wide awake. It was 5:30 and he was informing me that today was crazy hat day at Kindergarten. He needed to glue candy all over his baseball cap and wear it to school. So, I pulled down the leftover Halloween candy, plugged in the glue gun and we were off and running, well, more like off and burning. Must a hot glue gun be that hot?! My fingertips are still crying. But.. what a hat! It had a graveyard theme, with airhead taffy and Hershey's miniatures tombstones, a gummy skeleton rising from the grave and a crow perched above a field of upright candy corn. Of course, it was also bedazzled around the edges in twizzlers, sweettarts and skittles.

So, I thought I was off to the shower. Nope. Cornell's favorite pants, which we barely get off of him to wash, had a huge hole in the knee. This was not the first pair of pants to meet this fate. I have a sneaking suspicion that "rest time" at school is really "mess with stuff until rest time is over" time. So, after much pleading and panic on Cornell's part, I found some flame fabric in my sewing stuff and sewed a patch on the knee of his pants. You should have seen him marching into school, all flames and candy. I actually saw him give the DARE officer at the front door a hi-five! He had the confidence of a 70's, paint can carrying Tony Manero.

Thank Heavens Hubby packed the lunches.