I am sick. Again. I haven't been sick for years, ever since I stopped working for BTN (Bowie Therapeutic Nursery). Now, I don't work for BTN, but I work in the same building. Same rooms in fact. And although BTN and the CCPC Nursery School are gone... there's still little germ carriers in the building. And they touch stuff everywhere. And even worse, they are Co-op kids, which you would have to be a BTN or CCPCNS staffer to understand how awful that is.
See, the thing is, BTN & CCPCNS always had a teacher and an assistant teacher for every class. The Co-op has a teacher. And a parade of parent volunteer helpers. So, essentially the teacher has to retrain her assistant every day. Things don't always get done. Mostly the bathrooms. Which are disgusting. And they let the little varmints touch all the windows and doors and our desk and ugh. So, I'm sick. Again.
Now, I don't want to become one of those people. You know, the OCD types. I've already been accused of that due to my furniture/curtain moving escapades. But I HATE to be sick. I'm contemplating coming in each day with plastic gloves and a spray bottle of chlorox. Which I'm sure can't be good for the environment. But the amount of tissues I'm using can't be either. Sigh.
In other news, the Miller housecleanup is going swimmingly. We moved all the furniture because we got some new "pieces". (Hence the OCD comments) We bought 3 "pieces". I've never bought "pieces" of furniture before. We've always had hand me downs or sets of cheap stuff. The ironic thing is that the "pieces" weren't as expensive as our sets of cheap stuff. We went to an antique store and found a great Victrola that doubles as my new closed up desk. I had my eye on a gorgeous secretary style one from the 1800's but the dealer wouldn't play ball. So we went to Ikea. We got a new media stand and a dresser for less than half of what the secretary cost... and they are really nice! Maybe not as nice as the secretary but unless the secretary actually did my secretarial work for me, it really wasn't all that practical.
The minute we got the downstairs all done, more beautiful and functional than it ever has been in the 30 years we've lived here... Cory decides to clean his room. You would think one would rejoice at this news but Cory's way of cleaning is to take everything he owns out of his room and put it in Rhia's room (don't tell her!) and in the upstairs foyer. He's quite proud of his room now. And assures us in his Cory way that he's gonna have a bonfire and that'll take care of the bulk of the stuff in her room. Which will never happen. So, ultimately, Rhia will find out and come home and we'll put all the stuff back in his room. Which will be a mess and be ALL OUR FAULT!
I've become addicted to stupid hidden object search games. AND I crashed my brand new laptop! (don't tell my CFO!) I don't think the 2 things are connected because apparently there's a mean Adobe virus going round.
Wonder if the Co-op is the one who spread it?
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