*sigh* Bad timing isn't good

So, On Wednesday, Page had a snack of potato chips at his after-school program. Thursday afternoon, he peed his pants, and Friday morning he punched a kid he doesn't like in the face. Later that day, he peed his pants again. Needless to say, we've all been rather unhappy this weekend.

( Dealing with Page )

( Then there was Geoff. )

Today I am no longer headachy or crabby, having had a pretty decent night's sleep, though I'm skipping church because I am still rather peopled out. And to keep myself headache and snarl-free, I will set fewer tasks for myself (I accomplished a full load despite the intensive parenting yesterday!), though one of the tasks is to write a kid's tale about how starches become sugars and mess up the digestion of sensitive stomachs. Page responded really well to the (badly written) kid's tale of the good bug and bad bugs of digestion.

But first, homework. I've been coasting a bit myself, and I need to get back on the ball. So I shall go do that.

To do today

( For my reference )