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Nov. 17th, 2006 08:16 pmToday did not go as originally scheduled. Poor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lstrobel gave her first "...I don't feel good" comment, and hearing as how she sounded like the glazed donut monster from Cosby fame when she was snuggled with us in bed, I didn't blame her. Dude, it was so sad. She couldn't breathe through her nose becuase it was so stuffed. Even mouth breathing, she was wheezing. So, I took the day off.
Now, of all the days coming up, today was the third worst day to have to take off. You see, Monday is District Chorus auditions and I'm taking a student to Latrobe HS to try out, and Tuesday morning is a Thanksgiving Breakfast that my HS choir is performing for. Today I was going to continue solidifying the choir's performance, do one last session with my District auditioner, and, oh yeah, do some needed grading and lesson plan completion. None of that got done. I had to balance the realization of needing to take care of my daughter with the nervous and skittish choir director going, "Ngaaahaahaaang...." I am also inclined to report I now have whatever ikkiness is going around. Whee.
So, what will happen will happen. It will all work out. Die Pookie had fun watching four episodes of Sesame Street, and I was really proud that she announced around 10:30 "It's time for my nap." She needed one, too. Two solid hours.
There were high points of the day, though, most notably marked by my dear sweet wife's proclomation of dinner consisting of pizza and popcorn. That was followed closely by loudly playing ska music on Pandora, with my daughter's help. Pookie asked to play the trumpet (she even got a C in the staff!), played the keyboard, while I was soloing over some mad rude tunez.shifrin15203, I am aching to play again!
The weekend is here, followed by a short week. The holidays, they's upon us.
lstrobel gave her first "...I don't feel good" comment, and hearing as how she sounded like the glazed donut monster from Cosby fame when she was snuggled with us in bed, I didn't blame her. Dude, it was so sad. She couldn't breathe through her nose becuase it was so stuffed. Even mouth breathing, she was wheezing. So, I took the day off.Now, of all the days coming up, today was the third worst day to have to take off. You see, Monday is District Chorus auditions and I'm taking a student to Latrobe HS to try out, and Tuesday morning is a Thanksgiving Breakfast that my HS choir is performing for. Today I was going to continue solidifying the choir's performance, do one last session with my District auditioner, and, oh yeah, do some needed grading and lesson plan completion. None of that got done. I had to balance the realization of needing to take care of my daughter with the nervous and skittish choir director going, "Ngaaahaahaaang...." I am also inclined to report I now have whatever ikkiness is going around. Whee.
So, what will happen will happen. It will all work out. Die Pookie had fun watching four episodes of Sesame Street, and I was really proud that she announced around 10:30 "It's time for my nap." She needed one, too. Two solid hours.
There were high points of the day, though, most notably marked by my dear sweet wife's proclomation of dinner consisting of pizza and popcorn. That was followed closely by loudly playing ska music on Pandora, with my daughter's help. Pookie asked to play the trumpet (she even got a C in the staff!), played the keyboard, while I was soloing over some mad rude tunez.
shifrin15203, I am aching to play again!The weekend is here, followed by a short week. The holidays, they's upon us.
