I was so tired last night that I accidentally took my 24 hour allergy medicine again and it wasn't even close to the 24 hour allergy med taking point. I read the back of the bottle. It said, "Don't take more than 1 in 24 hours. Call POISON CONTROL if you take more than one." I checked online. They said the same thing. Off to Poison Control I went.
George was a kind man. He checked into everything. What I took ended up being something that would make me hella sleepy, despite being non-drowsy when you take it regularly. He also told me to drink a ton of water, which I did but is difficult to do when sleeping. It's morning and I woke up -- hooray for being awake. (Though I didn't think that would happen, but heart palpitations . . . who knew?) I have one crapload of a headache though. My guess is all that made my sponge dry (my brain) and it's crying.
Always call the Poison Control Center if you need to. They were kind, lovely and calm. Told me what I needed to know.
And yes, I'm skipping my allergy meds until tomorrow morning. Oy with the headache. Must. function. today.
Friday, May 16, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Retainers, the all day book fair, Mumford & Sons, return denial and theft.
Retainers: We had a 7:30 AM appointment to free K from her palate expander and to have a less mechanical retainer installed on top along with a crescent retainer for the bottom. We left our house at 7:10 AM. Ouch. She's delighted to feel the roof of her mouth once again.
The All Day Book Fair: The book fair started at 8:30 AM, but I knew how it would go. I blew into the door at 8:05 AM with $400 in change and found a room full of kids. We were backed up with kids since the registers weren't actually assembled yet. So much for starting at 8:30 AM. We went from 8:30 AM until 6:30 PM. We had customers until the very last minute. I ate a school breakfast (ack, but it was free) and packed myself a Garden burger and was able to eat an apple muffin that I packed. I was so tired once I got home that I ate cereal for dinner. K was there until 5:30 PM. Bless her heart. Hubs came to pick her up. It was a really long day for him, but for a variety of other reasons.
I've been at the book fair previews M-W at 7:30 AM each morning. Because the new book fair rep sent me half of what she was supposed to send, Kay and I have been scrambling to get enough product sent to sell. So far, we're down about $1200 in sales from what we typically sell. She didn't do her job properly and was trying to blame me. Finally, I very bluntly informed her that, "I don't get paid to do this. Unfortunately, I'm not curing cancer or resolving world peace issues. I'll sell what I have and won't what I don't, but I do have to go back to work." I had to go back to my job that actually pays the bills.
Mumford & Sons: Because I need to wash the day away and they seemed to be the perfect fit. Fugazi worked for a while, but 13 songs ran through and I needed a change. I'm playing Sigh No More for anyone interested. Dust Bowl Dance has me swaying in my seat. What wonderfully calming tunes. :sigh:
Return denial: Today was return day at the book fair. I will accept no more returns unless a book is falling apart or a pen doesn't work. A child bought a book, read it during school and came after to exchange it. "Why?" "Because I want the other one." "Did you read this one?" "Yeah. I read it today, so now I want to return this one to get the other one." It was only owned for a few hours, but looked owned for weeks. I told him no. I told him that it was read and used and I couldn't sell it. I had a kid who had given me a hard time during his book fair visit. He ran after me during the release bell to tell me, "I want to return this poster!" "Why?" "Because I don't like it anymore." I picked it up and it was rumbled and limp. I might add that Scholastic's posters are about the weight of the average cereal box. I told him no. I couldn't sell it and he would have to keep it. I explained both of these to the principal and he backed me on it. Tomorrow and now forever I will have a sign hanging on the register that says, "No returns, exchanges or refunds."
Theft: We did run into one incident of theft. A 4th grader stole a classmate's book from their locker. He was showing it to everyone and acting as if it was his. The teacher sent the student down to us. There was nothing I could do other than to keep an eye out. I sent her to the office to report it to them. My super sleuth friend remembered that we give a receipt with each purchase. The child couldn't produce a receipt and then kept changing his story. He'll probably be suspended over a $6 Minecraft book. I talked to his teacher later. She was so upset. I did confirm that I hadn't seen him at all in the book fair. I told her that I'm aware of who he is and would definitely know if he had been there. So very sad.
'Night! Zzzzz.
The All Day Book Fair: The book fair started at 8:30 AM, but I knew how it would go. I blew into the door at 8:05 AM with $400 in change and found a room full of kids. We were backed up with kids since the registers weren't actually assembled yet. So much for starting at 8:30 AM. We went from 8:30 AM until 6:30 PM. We had customers until the very last minute. I ate a school breakfast (ack, but it was free) and packed myself a Garden burger and was able to eat an apple muffin that I packed. I was so tired once I got home that I ate cereal for dinner. K was there until 5:30 PM. Bless her heart. Hubs came to pick her up. It was a really long day for him, but for a variety of other reasons.
I've been at the book fair previews M-W at 7:30 AM each morning. Because the new book fair rep sent me half of what she was supposed to send, Kay and I have been scrambling to get enough product sent to sell. So far, we're down about $1200 in sales from what we typically sell. She didn't do her job properly and was trying to blame me. Finally, I very bluntly informed her that, "I don't get paid to do this. Unfortunately, I'm not curing cancer or resolving world peace issues. I'll sell what I have and won't what I don't, but I do have to go back to work." I had to go back to my job that actually pays the bills.
Mumford & Sons: Because I need to wash the day away and they seemed to be the perfect fit. Fugazi worked for a while, but 13 songs ran through and I needed a change. I'm playing Sigh No More for anyone interested. Dust Bowl Dance has me swaying in my seat. What wonderfully calming tunes. :sigh:
Return denial: Today was return day at the book fair. I will accept no more returns unless a book is falling apart or a pen doesn't work. A child bought a book, read it during school and came after to exchange it. "Why?" "Because I want the other one." "Did you read this one?" "Yeah. I read it today, so now I want to return this one to get the other one." It was only owned for a few hours, but looked owned for weeks. I told him no. I told him that it was read and used and I couldn't sell it. I had a kid who had given me a hard time during his book fair visit. He ran after me during the release bell to tell me, "I want to return this poster!" "Why?" "Because I don't like it anymore." I picked it up and it was rumbled and limp. I might add that Scholastic's posters are about the weight of the average cereal box. I told him no. I couldn't sell it and he would have to keep it. I explained both of these to the principal and he backed me on it. Tomorrow and now forever I will have a sign hanging on the register that says, "No returns, exchanges or refunds."
Theft: We did run into one incident of theft. A 4th grader stole a classmate's book from their locker. He was showing it to everyone and acting as if it was his. The teacher sent the student down to us. There was nothing I could do other than to keep an eye out. I sent her to the office to report it to them. My super sleuth friend remembered that we give a receipt with each purchase. The child couldn't produce a receipt and then kept changing his story. He'll probably be suspended over a $6 Minecraft book. I talked to his teacher later. She was so upset. I did confirm that I hadn't seen him at all in the book fair. I told her that I'm aware of who he is and would definitely know if he had been there. So very sad.
'Night! Zzzzz.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
A Sponsor's Perk: A run down the Soap Box Derby hill.
Because our school PTA helped to sponsor our school Gravity Racing Team, we were told that 2 of the board members could go for a run down the hill. I pulled the President of the PTA card and said that I was going to take one slot. It was a beautiful day. Sunny, 88 F and a lovely breeze. At first, they were declining a ride to the sponsors, but because I told them that I'm practically a little human, I'd have no problem fitting into the car.
Hooray for shortness!
My husband did a video on our camera. He has some mad recording skillz, but Blogger doesn't like it and I can't post it here. Bummer.
K is yelling in the background, "That's my MOM!" She yells it over and over. It makes me happy.
It's a weird thing, but how often do you get an opportunity to take a soap box car down the hill?
1. The car confirms that you are larger than you think that you are.
2. It's little in there.
3. You have tiny steering triangles to use. There is no wheel.
4. The brake is at your right foot and since even being 5'1" was pushing the comfort space, I felt like my knee was going to go up my nose.
5. It goes faster than you'd think.
6. It doesn't go as fast as you'd like it to.
7. It is easier to steer than you'd think.
8. The brakes worked!
:)
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