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There are sticky notes covering my desk.  They all have numbers on them.  Figures really.  Mostly.  And without any solid frame of reference, I have no idea what they mean.  One contains a listing of dates.  Just dates.  Nothing else.  I have an inkling that I was supposed to have entered them on a calendar.  But without a corresponding event, the date is just a date and if memory serves, a calendar already contains dates.  It’s the very basis of the thing.

My head swirls, dizzied by chaos passing itself as order in my life.

I need bread because the dog still has antibiotics.  Shit like that makes total sense to me.

I’m pondering/planning a family vacation this summer.  Actually, we’ve got plans.  I’m augmenting them with awesomeness.  But then, aren’t planned plans always awesome?  I need a feasibility study.  But I have no idea what a feasibility study is.  Or how to use one.  My problem with planning ahead is that I tend to mentally check out in anticipation of the awesomeness that is travel with my family.  We’re not going anywhere until July.  I have a feeling that checking out now will be frowned upon.

The school just called me.  Zoë has a sore throat.  I knew that when I sent her in this morning.  Buck up kid, I’ve got laundry to fold.

I ate a kangaroo this weekend.  It was delicious.

I bought a new flash for my camera which I’m still learning how to use.

That’s dangling.

But not.

Somehow, I thought this was going to be more difficult.

Zander (singing to himself in the back of the car):  It was not your fault but mine.  It was your heart on the line.  I really fucked it up this time….

Zella:  Zander!!  You can’t say that!!  It’s a bad word.

Zander:  What’s a bad word?

Zella:  Fuck.  You can’t say fuck!

Zander:  I didn’t.

Zella:  Yes you did, Zander.  You said, “I really fucked it up this time.”  And you can’t say that because fuck is a bad word.

Zander:  Oh.

(And then after a few seconds of pondering…)

Me:  Zella, do you realize how many times you just said the bad word?

Zella:  Well…..it was Zander’s fault.

Welcome to my world!

The conversation took place about six months ago.  I wrote it down back then as best I could recall, but I never posted.  No good reason.  I just didn’t.  Seems I’ve done that quite a bit over the last several months.  Not posted.

No good reason.  I just didn’t.

Maybe there are reasons….

Your name is not Zero.

I’m sorry.

We called you that all weekend.

Accept our apologies.

No matter, you still suck as a good luck charm!

Zella was selected to be the VIK for the coming week.  That’s Very Important Kindergardener.  One of the perks of having your stick drawn is an exciting weekend with the class mascot wherein you get to take him on all of your adventures over the weekend, photographing the events and journaling the details.

This is our 4th visit by the class mascot and he’s always been referred to as Zero.  Zero the Hero.  During Zoe and Zane’s stint in kindergarden he was a Zebra.  He disintegrated after a wash (not my fault — the teacher tried to wash him) and was replaced by a bear, but still called Zero.

This bear is slightly different than the one Zia brought home on her VIK weekend but essentially the same.  I assumed he was still Zero and that’s how we addressed him all weekend.

Only on Sunday night when it came time to enter the photos and journal entries in the class log did I realize this little guy’s name is Teddy.

Typical.