Saturday morning cartoons. Kids doing chores. Going out shopping for groceries and other household supplies. Fixing dinner. Playing games. That’s pretty much my Saturday in a nutshell, doing the whole parental routine. Luckily my kids don’t require a whole lot of parenting effort on a normal day. They can generally amuse themselves and don’t need much prodding to take care of their responsibilities.

That doesn’t mean I’m not out-on-my-feet tired, though. My exhaustion’s the fault of uncomfortable bedding and unusual surroundings preventing decent sleep, however. Whee. I miss my bed.

Tomorrow’s agenda: More goofing off. Yeah, it sucks to be me, alright.

For the first time in a few years, the kids are both attending the same school. This time it’s a middle school, and tonight was its open house. They had a weird approach this year, consisting of ten minute segments punctuated by schoolbells. The idea is that the parents and child would go through that child’s schoolday, getting to briefly meet the various teachers and familiarizing themselves with the environment.

Well, great, but what do you do when you’re the only parent and you have two children attending the school? The kids and I scampered all over the place, though we focused primarily on Erica’s schedule and classes, diverting to Alex’s corresponding classes when time permitted.

We did get one good thing out of it. Okay, we got two good, related, things out of it. They fed us, which was nice. They also gave away freezer baggies of leftover pasta and bread slices later on, which we were lucky enough to take advantage of. Yay, we have reheatable foodstuffs for when we’re too lazy to cook up a real meal. Go, us.

I expect that parent-teacher conferences in November will be almost as entertaining. I can wait.

I’ll be at work tomorrow. Honest.

It’s amazing what a regimen of napping and keeping hydrated will do for your ability to shake off a cold. Of course, we’ll see how much of this progress is undone by the inevitable stresses of going to work after a day and a half away… but that’s how it goes, eh?

I came home early, today, because I found myself breathing only with difficulty, thanks to the crud in my head and lungs. Let’s not forget the wooziness and general tendency toward the horizontal.

Yep. The first head cold of the fall season has arrived. Joy. Depending on how I’m feeling by morning, I may be home tomorrow, too. Bah.

I was supposed to visit the rugrats today, too. Le sigh.

My daughter turns a dozen, today. Yep. (Next year they’ll both be teenagers. Heavens help us.) Okay, seriously, she’s an incredible kid. Or, young person, I suppose it’s about time to say. I’m awfully proud of her, and I look forward to seeing in what direction she decides to take her life.

Happy Birthday, sweetie.

(The entry title refers to a little game she and I have been playing pretty much her entire life… “Meep” is a touch on the nose, “Koosh” is a pat to the top of the head, and the newly-added “Wiggle-wiggle” is grabbing earlobes and wiggling. That one’s her own invention. Way to go, Miss Exe-Koosh-ener.)

You know it’s a typically lazy Saturday when your two biggest accomplishments are organizing some of your anime CDs into new binders and finishing a Windows system build-out that you started on Tuesday.

I am, indeed, just that exciting of a human being. Aren’t you just honored as all heck to know me? Yeah, you know you are.