Here are some mysteries that I'm trying to sort out. The only clues I have are what I discovered upon arriving home after being gone for four days.
Shampoo bottle: totally empty. I'm pretty sure it was full when I left.
Shower body oil bottle: totally empty.
Conditioner bottle: in the closet. (?)
Tub/shower diverter: missing.
Weird black marks on the wall in my bedroom: yes. I'm about to discover if they'll come off with a Mr. Clean Eraser.
Stickers on Miriam's walls: Yes, oh YES. I'm totally ok with it, though.
Computer desktop background changed: to a picture of a thunder and lightning storm.
Sopping wet blankies found in the sink: two. I think Magdalena compensated for my absence by taking her previous comfort objects into the bath.
It's kind of fun to figure this stuff out. I've never been away from my kids long enough before to have to guess at these things.
Also, it's come to my attention that in the previous post, maybe I was less than generous to my awesome sister. I really appreciate her being willing to come take care of my children and she did a great job with what she had (two perhaps slightly unruly children who were separated from their mom for the first time). I wanted to state publicly that I am extremely grateful to her.
About the job, here are a few details. I'm not sure if I want to name my employer yet so for now I'll use very general terms. Basically, for all you people who quivered in fear lest you make a grammatical error when commenting on this blog or speaking with me in person, your worst nightmare has come true: it is now my job to rate the proficiency of people's speech (in English). Let the reign of terror begin!
Just kidding. Not about the job, but about me using my new special powers on the unsuspecting public. The context of my work will be limited to people who are taking a certain language proficiency test and need to have their English skills rated. I'm sure a few of you fellow language nerds out there can guess the acronym I'm referring to.
So sorry if it's not as cool as maybe you thought it would be, but I couldn't be happier with my new work-from-home job. It is perfect for me and my family. I'm really excited about it. I even dreamed about rating tests last night. Woohoo!
Shampoo bottle: totally empty. I'm pretty sure it was full when I left.
Shower body oil bottle: totally empty.
Conditioner bottle: in the closet. (?)
Tub/shower diverter: missing.
Weird black marks on the wall in my bedroom: yes. I'm about to discover if they'll come off with a Mr. Clean Eraser.
Stickers on Miriam's walls: Yes, oh YES. I'm totally ok with it, though.
Computer desktop background changed: to a picture of a thunder and lightning storm.
Sopping wet blankies found in the sink: two. I think Magdalena compensated for my absence by taking her previous comfort objects into the bath.
It's kind of fun to figure this stuff out. I've never been away from my kids long enough before to have to guess at these things.
Also, it's come to my attention that in the previous post, maybe I was less than generous to my awesome sister. I really appreciate her being willing to come take care of my children and she did a great job with what she had (two perhaps slightly unruly children who were separated from their mom for the first time). I wanted to state publicly that I am extremely grateful to her.
About the job, here are a few details. I'm not sure if I want to name my employer yet so for now I'll use very general terms. Basically, for all you people who quivered in fear lest you make a grammatical error when commenting on this blog or speaking with me in person, your worst nightmare has come true: it is now my job to rate the proficiency of people's speech (in English). Let the reign of terror begin!
Just kidding. Not about the job, but about me using my new special powers on the unsuspecting public. The context of my work will be limited to people who are taking a certain language proficiency test and need to have their English skills rated. I'm sure a few of you fellow language nerds out there can guess the acronym I'm referring to.
So sorry if it's not as cool as maybe you thought it would be, but I couldn't be happier with my new work-from-home job. It is perfect for me and my family. I'm really excited about it. I even dreamed about rating tests last night. Woohoo!