averygoodun42 | Today was a foul mood kind of day

I went to bed far too late last night (and once I was in bed, I wasn't able to fall asleep until I'd got back up to take a hot shower. It was rather neat feeling my body reach the right inner temperature, as suddenly there was a kind of shift and I could finally relax. But it was still a nuisance to have to do that at oh-hell o'clock), so when Page pounced at quarter to eight, I was not ready. I got myself up anyway, though. Somehow. (Oh yeah, the prospect of another hot shower.)

So, everything was going as well as can be expected in those circumstances when I got out my accounting book to read all forty pages of the chapter. Twenty minutes into note-taking (about five pages), I misjudged something, somehow, and spilled my newly filled glass of water all over my textbook, notes and table.

On the plus side, the smaller side of the book was in the water's path. On the downside, that still encompassed about 400 pages.

So, an hour later, I'd turned off the hair dryer, my ears ringing, and weighed my big, honking book down with the next biggest, honkiest books I could find upstairs to try and squish it flat. (Art history for the win.)

Of course, I'd also learned in the course of drying the book out that the chapter I need to have read by tomorrow is actually eighty pages long, not forty. And now it was pretty much not available to read.

Fortunately, there were other things to take my time, so I couldn't pine over the lack of studying. After all, bills needed paying.

And, damn, I hate, hate, HATE the fucking set-up of this country's healthcare system. Geoff pays $200 a month for the privilege of saying he has health insurance, and not much more. All $700 of his past month's medical bills are applied to the $3000 deductible, which means we pay everything out of pocket. Oh, but at least the providers are charging us only what the insurance companies will allow, so that saves us a bit of money. NOT. Such a scam.

Gotta love the USA. Greatest country in the world, this.

And then I was trying to do paperwork, while Page was constantly, constantly yammering on, and... well, it was governmental paperwork. Fun stuff as always. Especially as some of the personal info stuff we need to send in is either buried or lost. Yay. More work!

However! I managed to get Page to clean his room. By himself. (Holy fucking hell, how did I do that?)

I upheld a promise to him, as well.

I did not yell at him at any point in the day (or even weekend). That in itself is a major, major win.

I kept us fed, even if with ill-balanced meals (meat, meat and more meat. Where's the veg?).

I've inadvertently given Page new inspiration for his battle-scene drawings by doing my homework, as he's incorporated valence shells and transport (and signal and receptor and storage) proteins into his lexicon. His science is a little wobbly, but only a little. I'm actually rather proud of his level of understanding. I'm also proud of myself that I could explain some of this stuff to him.

The power didn't go out today. Or last night. This bitter wind would have brought the house temp down pretty low, pretty fast, so I am grateful for that.