For some reason, Kurt cannot process the R in the word Lovers. I blame Chevrolet and Illinois, and by extension the French, for confusing the hell out of him with the idea of "silent letters." It's a dirty trick to play on a nascent reader.
So, it's been quite an autumn, n'cest-ce pas? Let us recap.
We went to Orlando in October. The experience was somewhere between awesome and oh my sweet lord never again. The good parts were great! We got to hang with the Kraxaws of Boston and their parents and Jeff's parents in a cool resort with a great pool, courtesy of the lovely Hennie and Larry. Worth the trip all by itself was the Disney Frozen Sing Along show. Both Kurt and Maria got past their little self-conscious, complicated selves and sang their hearts out. And there were rides (mostly for people who are not Kurt), and Tom Sawyer Island, which Kurt, being a recreational Tom, thought was great.
A majority of us in the party are Californians, accustomed to Disneyland. Being of Disneyland ilk, I don't think we could have ever truly prepared ourselves for either the vastness or the crowds of Disney World. Damn, people. That place is huge. And hot, even in October.
Also, Jeff and I overestimated Kurt's ability to deal with it all. He goes to Busch Gardens here in Virginia all the time and owns the place. So we thought he'd handle Disney and Universal fine. But those places are not his places, and he freaked. Repeatedly. I feel like we failed him a little. Hogsmeade was the scene of a particularly bad emotional supernova, so on top of it all, I found myself unreasonably mad at my baby because, dude, I just wanted to hang in Hogsmeade for a while.
While we were driving through Hurricane Matthew to get to Orlando (on winding country roads in Georgia because the Interstate was closed but dammit I was getting to Orlando come hell or literally high water), Jeff was involved in an intense conversation with a plumber. It turns out there had been a big puddle of water in the yard of our other house for months, but our tenants didn't want to bother us (I rented for years and I never found bothering my landlord to be a chore but whatever). Eventually that puddle began bringing forth a multitude of insect life, and it was not an easy fix. Plumber #1 said it was a city water problem. The city disagreed. The maintenance guy from the HOA disagreed with the city. Eventually Jeff contacted Plumber #2 and pleaded," Please just take my money and fix this!!!" And boy howdy did they ever.
It was awful, and it really went on for a while. But we think it's fixed. Personally, I'm a little scared to follow up at this point.
Then came the week of November the 8th, in which nothing happened and no one here is the slightest bit tense or bitter about it.
Amidst all this, I did not finish my math class that I have enrolled in and dropped pretty much every semester this year. It's my last class before the last big nursing project I have to do, and it is beating me. Did I choose the world's only BSN program that requires an extra semester of math? Because if I did, well, that's exactly the kind of dumb thing one might expect from somebody who sucks at math. I suck at math, and I suck at trying to work at things I suck at, so I am kind of screwed here. Also, in between the worky-work and the children, I don't have much left over. Hey, I know my life is pretty easy! Yet math remains a boil on the butt of said life.
Today is November 29th! Happy Birthday to my sister Anne, who loves me almost certainly more than I deserve.