And, glitter. So much glitter.

• Classes start tomorrow and I am in complete denial.  Sure, I'm getting my classes and labs ready and the students are back on campus and stopping by to say 'hi.'  But, I can't get my head wrapped around the fact that I will be standing in front of a brand new class of students Friday morning (my Thursday labs don't start until next week).  I'm not usually like this.  I hope I snap out of it soon.
• I really want to add "Glitter...so much glitter" to the required materials on my syllabus.
• Thanks for all the love about my post about my DC trip.  It's hard to remember, but I know it isn't my fault and I'm trying to let it go. 
• Saturday afternoon we got to have a great surprise visit with my SIL and BIL and nephews.  They came down to stay at my FIL's cabin (about 30 minutes away) for the night and we went out to see them.  My younger nephew saw me and ran up to throw his arms around my legs and hug me.  Love, love, love.  Our older nephew still gives me the stink eye when he sees me -- and any other adult around him, I think.  I try so much to play with him and get him to want to play with me.  But, it doesn't really seem to work.  I hope he'll grow out of this at some point. 
• After a grand total of 2 minutes (I'm serious) of helping with the younger nephew, what did my BIL say?  All together, now.... "Tired, yet?"  Which leads me to believe that he either really is an ass (which I don't think is true), is just socially awkward (which could be) or he's read this blog and was trying to make a joke (I suppose that could be true).  If you are out there H, *please, please, please* STOP!!!!  One more time and I'm going to have to break out of *my* social awkwardness and specifically ask you to stop. Or pummel you.  That sounds good, too.
• Sunday morning at 7:30 am the phone rings.  I groggily answer to find that it is my FIL calling from about 5 minutes away with the entire family in tow.  "We're coming over."  Ack!  And, "we need breakfast."  Double Ack!  Who does that?  Um, we are completely unprepared for feeding two toddlers breakfast. (Not to mention that it was 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday.  I realize that, with kids, you're going to be up.  Well, we were enjoying one of the perks of *not* having them.)  The only kid-friendly cereal we had in the house was stale cheerios and skim milk (the kids drink 2%  so it might as well have been blue water).  We were out of eggs.  We had no pancakes or waffles or anything else Sunday morning breakfast-y.  I'm a vegetarian and my DH doesn't like breakfast meats, so none of that was around.  (Our weekday breakfasts are oatmeal for me and pop-tarts for him (don't get me started).  Our Sunday morning breakfast treat for ourselves is reading the newspaper at McDonald's with an egg and cheese muffin.)  Our house was in no way toddler friendly. We're in the middle of some construction projects so the entire dining room table was covered in sharp, scary tools.  There was a 1000 piece puzzle sitting 1/3 done on the living room coffee table that the two year old ran right to.  There was crap everywhere -- much of which was dangerous for small grabby hands.  We tried to feed them -- they wouldn't eat the cereal (shockingly).  We had to set them up on the outdoor table in the backyard.  We don't have a booster seat for the younger one so he couldn't even reach. Finally, after 45 minutes of this, we finally took them all to McDonald's.
• And, of course, who felt guilty about this whole event?  ME.  Of course I should have been prepared to have two children under 4 in my house.  Of course I should have been ready to cook breakfast at the drop of a hat for five adults and two toddlers.  Of course my house should be showroom ready at all times.  Of course I should have been awake at 7:30 on a Sunday.  Who *should* feel guilty?  My FIL who actually invited them to spend the night at his cabin and was completely unprepared for them.  My FIL who didn't think to *ask* the night before if they could come over -- which we would have welcomed if we'd been warned.  My FIL who, when we asked before we went out there on Saturday evening if he'd like us to bring some groceries, said "no, we don't need anything, I'm sure they'll bring stuff."  I love him, but sometimes he just doesn't think things through.
• Anyway, on the plus side, we got to hang around with the nephews at a park after breakfast and that is always fun and made it worth it.  Got some great smiles and hugs from the younger one and I even managed to play with the older one a bit and get a few smiles out of him.  That is, when he wasn't telling me I wasn't allowed to talk to him...
• I'm going to go get me some glitter.  And, denim.  And, a jump drive.  (I am in no way influenced by TV commercials for a certain chain that isn't even in my town.  Nosireebob.)