Hello, I am a little bit hormonal. You didn't need to know that, but oh wait maybe you did, because it sort of has everything to do with why, when I saw a recipe in my Twitter feed for "Lentil Salad with Goat Cheese Crostini" moments ago, the very name of that dish made me want to punch somebody in the face. And I like lentils AND goat cheese! That is the type of hormonal we are talking about here.
Son C, as you know, goes to therapy twice a week for his misophonia and anxiety. These appointments happen in the evening so he doesn't miss school. This week he was supposed to have a marching camp for band every day after school so we scrambled to reschedule his appointments around them (his therapist only does evening appointments three days a week), but then oh hey guess what, marching camp was canceled at the last second. So we re-rescheduled the appointments. And then he was supposed to have a band concert next Thursday, so we rescheduled his appointment for that night, but then the band concert got moved to Friday so we re-rescheduled that appointment yesterday but now this morning they scheduled a rehearsal for Thursday so now I have to re-re-reschedule and/or cancel the appointment and this sort of thing has happened approximately 4,853 times this semester and OMG, I think we just broke the space-time continuum. We may actually require a TARDIS or at the very least a tricked-out DeLorean and/or Christopher Lloyd to make all this work.
So that's been making me crazy.
In other news, all this time I've been blaming Bruce Springsteen for screwing (or Brucing, as I like to call it) up a bunch of Manfred Mann and the Earth Band's songs when it turns out that all along it was MANFRED MAN stealing BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN'S songs and making them BETTER. And that's when I discovered that I only like Bruce Springsteen's stuff when it's not him singing it. Which I guess means that I kind of hate Bruce Springsteen. AND I NEVER KNEW! Weird.
Also, the other day my mom and I went thrifting/antiquing and I bought an owl:
Right now his name is Five Dollar Owl, even though I paid $5.50 for him, but I'm thinking of changing it to Herman. Or Wilbur. Or Erichthonius.
Yep. Time to go breathe into a paper bag some more.