wesleysgirl

Ah right, Wednesday.

Took the boy in for his kindergarten assessment this morning. The teacher said he did well -- I'd gone to the nurse's office to drop off his medical check-up form so I wasn't there for the actual assessment, which took about 10 minutes at most. I got the impression that they preferred the kids to do it on their own without their parents there. I'd forgotten to write his SS# down on two of his forms and had to bring them home again with me; I'll bring them in on Tuesday when he goes for his first day. Eep.

Message to people who walk around my neighborhood knocking on doors: If I ask you a direct question and you know what I'm getting at, please answer it honestly. There's some kind of point system thing where young adults "earn points" by selling shit, then get to go on a trip as a reward. We've had half a dozen of them knock on the door over the past three years or so. This guy went blah blah blah into his spiel immediately. As soon as he paused, I asked, "Is this the thing where you're selling magazines?" "No," he said. "I'm earning points so that I can go to Cancun and drink beer!" (Well, at least he was honest about that part, though I think it might have been better if he hadn't been.) "And how do you earn points?" I asked. "By selling magazines?" And he looked down and admitted sheepishly that yes, that was the system, and I said sorry, I wasn't going to buy any. As much as I enjoy reading a good magazine, they aren't long-term reading material (I don't save them for ages and read them over and over again the way I do books) and I feel guilty about the massive waste of paper they represent. The only magazines we get right now are the Mac magazine (which we get a free sub to) and Vegetarian Times (which we got a free sub for through a Stonyfield Farms Yogurt lid-saving program.)

I haven't been sleeping well and I'm completely exhausted. I have no motivation to cook dinner, although we have plenty of food with which to cook it. I have no energy for writing. And strangely, I seem to have lost weight -- when I went to put on a skirt this morning, the first two I tried, which I've worn several times in the past year, fell off over my hips before I could take two steps. Now admittedly they were loose-waisted to begin with because I don't like the feeling of being strangled, but this seems odd. (I'd prefer not to be congratulated for weight loss, FYI, just like I wouldn't expect anyone to yell at me if I admitted I'd gained five pounds. I'm trying very, very hard to get away from the ingrained societal belief that by losing weight I'm being "good" and by gaining it I'm being "bad." I judge myself enough as it is.)