9/3/99 Three Day Warning.

It's not a weekend, it's a countdown.

Jerry Lewis isn't the only guy that's gonna be going without sleep over this holiday weekend. I'm just gonna do it without all of the amphetamines and hair dye as the "Telethon King". It is of course the last weekend before the 99-00 school year begins. I can remember being a little kid with that nervous tingle in the pit of my stomach. Yesterday was the "Open House - meet your teacher day" at Sifton Elementary. We hauled Calvin, Katie, Cameron and Shelby to the school so they wouldn't feel "alienated" thier first day back.
I thought you were supposed to feel alienated...I always did when I was in primary school, it's kinda like a cult indoctrination...I think. The feeling of boiling vomit in my belly usually lasted until Thanksgiving break, or first snowfall.
But now, the kids get to have a fake first day right before the real first day; a sort of dress rehersal with parents and free ice cream sandwiches.

I got to meet Calvin's 2nd grade teacher. She seemed pretty nice, but of course she was on her best behavior for the parents. Calvin liked her, but he likes anyone that will bribe him with an ice cream sandwich.
I also got to meet my nephew Cameron's teacher... She was very nice, and a very good teacher... I could tell. I'm glad he's getting a good one this year...He kinda needs the help.

In my last entry I mentioned that Holly had to go to traffic court and was facing possible jail-time. It was just a ploy to get a baby-sitter for a few days. Her real court date was today (outcome unkown so far), but Shelby has been at my place for the past few days... her mother has been unreachable.

I think that Holly coming and getting he kid for a week was just a ploy to be able to recieve welfare from the State of Washington, and that she never intended for Shelby to stay with her.

This weekend is also a countdown for me because my projects at work will be ratchetting up a few notches. Rick has warned me to stay on stand-bye for long days ahead.

Monica has gotten into writting lists to herself..."to-do" lists. The thing that makes these particularly funny is that she has written in a deadline for completion for each task. By 9:30 she starts panicking that her assigned tasks aren't near completion and she needs me to help.
A-HA! the true purpose of the list is revealed. It's to make me more accountable.

got that queasy first day feelin'.