and my invisible jet seems to be in the shop for repairs. TMOTH has been up to his hiney in lesson planning, grade cards, and general school stress, making him less than available recently. The result is that I find myself wandering around in a daze, muttering, "laundry- no, dishes- no dinner- no, kids need baths" while accomplishing none of the above. Today being Tuesday, I launched into Wonder Woman mode this morning, made it to the gym, to the shrink, to the grocery store, and to Target before wrapping up my day "off" with 45 minutes of library volunteering before picking Harry up. Now? I'm done. My golden bracelets are scratched, I've lost my crown, and my perfectly-coiffed 'do is limp. I'm ready to be Diana Prince for a while. I have time for one cup of tea (Tension Tamer- nectar of the gods in the pre-cocktail hours) before we're off to get Molly. The weather is lovely, so that means the kiddos will want to play at her school before heading home- good for the moment, bad in the "post-arrival home" times period, since they'll be hungry as hell and I won't have had the time I usually spend to fix dinner- since I'll burn that time on the playground. Sunny days are so rare though that I don't want to waste this one. It's very "All Summer in a Day" around here this time of year and I'll be dammed if my kids will be the ones locked in the closet- you know?

H is being evaluated once again by the Occupational Therapist, though it was a relief to meet with her and the teacher and hear the OT say that he doesn't seem to be struggling as much as the classroom teacher imagines. Methinks his teacher doesn't know what to do with my wiggly(though I've started calling him "effervescent"), wicked smart little boy. It's surprising to me that someone who's been at it this long would be thrown by a smart kid, but Harry can be surprising at many junctures- code for "I never know what that damn kid's going to do or say." Today's discovery? King Cobras. They're BIGGER than regular Cobras! And MORE DEADLY! And cooler all around because they could beat a Black widow or a tarantula or even GODZILLA in a fight! In 6 weeks, I'll know more about King Cobras than any grown woman should.

Tea's nearly gone, Molly's waiting, and I still have to put a load of laundry in. Time to polish my bracelets and zip up my knee boots.

Let me know if you find that lasso? Thanks.