The Week

John is going to Canada tomorrow for a couple of days. Nancy was so sad tonight and asked me if I was too. I told her I wasn't sad but would miss him. He has functioned in high gear with very little sleep on weekdays since starting his 2nd job. I'm hoping this business trip will be a little vacation of sorts. Maybe he'll get to sleep eight hours at night.

Right now we don't have any medical appointments this week. That is rare and has been for over a year now. Weeks without even one appointment just don't come very often. The last time we potentially had one, something happened and we didn't after all. I'm hoping that we can actually accomplish it this week. (I will be calling tomorrow to schedule Joseph and Jared's extractions. If they have openings this week, I'm likely going to protect our little break and put it off another week or two.)

We moved Jason out of our room and into Nancy's on Saturday. His nap schedule wasn't meshing with John's. Since sleep has been scarce for John during the week I wanted to remedy that glitch. The first two nights went well, but nap time today did not. Hopefully this week will take us through the transition and on to smooth sailing.

A couple of times now there has been a sign affixed to a light post down the street. It reads, "grag sale." It makes me laugh because I really, really wonder if it has been generated by a non-English speaking person who simply spelled what they heard us English speaking people say for "garage."

That makes me think of a thought I had earlier. I have some pet peeves that bother me. (No that wasn't redundant. It bothers me that they are pet peeves of mine, but they do so grate on me.) "Probably" isn't "prob'ly" and especially not "prolly." "Supposedly" isn't "supposably" or "sposably" either. There is no such word, "nother," as in "That's a whole nother matter completely." It is "other." "Good" modifies nouns only and "well" verbs. (Though I do have to admit that I frequently answer "How are you?" with "Good." It grates on my nerves then too.) Female dogs lose their reproducibility when they are "spayed" not "spaded." And "pneumonia" is the respiratory illness, while "ammonia" is the cleaner. Perhaps these things shouldn't bother me so much. It doesn't really matter, I guess. (You know, I think my mom is to blame. She's picky about correct pronunciation too. So, Mom, you're guilty of hindering my ability to forgive such foibles=) Oh, and I know that I probably bug others too at times with inconsequential faux pas. I guess we just need to laugh (but not at each other;-)

I hope your week is grand!