A few things to do this week:
1. Write up interview I did on Friday for PowderRoom Grafitti. Thought I was being dead cool and reporter-like with my teeny little tape recorder. (Note to self - learn how it works before interview.) We talked for over an hour and a quarter, which of course meant I had to sit down and listen to it all when I got home. That produced five pages of small-print notes, from which I now have to construct the write-up.
2. Finish writing up piece for Expat Focus web site. My deadline isn't till next week but I canvassed so many people on my particular question that it'll take me ten hours just to find all the replies and record them. I should've just made it all up - but I'm more professional than that aren't I?
3. Help Little Guy write up Valentine poem/letter/sloppy note for his classmates. Valentine's Day is HUGE here and we are already gearing up for it. There will be a big display outside his classroom of nice things they will say to each other. I am going to let him do it on his own, (she says lazily) with a bit of spelling help. I'm sure it'll go something like - "I like all my classmates, especially when they give me their cookies" or "I only like my friends when they do what I want." Perhaps some mommy editing will be called for.
4. Attend Queenager's College Counselling meeting on Wed evening. And of course, the Ball & Chain will be out of town meaning that I have to get Little Guy fed and bathed before I leave, and the Man-Child (the babysitter) coached on how to put him to bed gently, rather than throwing the covers over him and forgetting to have him brush his teeth. Last time apparently, instead of saying all the usual "Night, night, sleep tight" etc, the Man child said "Yeah whatever...". Bless!
5. Help Queenager get application together for summer journalism program. There is more to this than my US citizenship application required. Three recommendations from school teachers, examples of already published work, school grades and reports, and a three hundred word essay on why she wants to attend this course. Given that she rarely says anything in under a thousand words, this should be interesting. Oh, and a $50 application fee. And don't even mention the fee for the course if she gets accepted.
6. Think, nay panic, about dinner on Saturday night. Friends are coming over and one happens to be an Italian chef. Yes. I know. Eeeek. Think, think, think.