Apostrophe.
Clownfish is learning about the apostrophe. He can work contractions fine, but he thought that an apostrophe must precede an -s- whenever -s- is the last letter, regardless of whether it was a possessive or a plural. I drew him some pictures, so now he knows the difference between "my cat's yarn rolled away" and "my cats have yarn." He is now officially smarter than more than half of the people on the internet. First grade is tougher than I remember.
Exclamation mark.
Angelfish was baptized on Sunday. My brother was the godfather. He lives 5 miles from my parents. My parents live 90 miles from me. My parents (1) hate to drive together (2) only have one working car that has far too many miles on it (3) have difficulty driving home after family functions because can't agree which one has to stay sober and (4) my mom would have to make the trip twice in 48 hours because she comes up and helps take care of Angelfish each week. Ergo, I asked my brother to promise me that he would drive my parents to the baptism. He so promised, weeks ago.
The night before, he called me, crying. Apparently, he had called my mom and my sister and said that since he "had plans" Sunday night, he decided not to drive my parents so he could leave the baptism early. You know, the baptism where he's the godfather. My mom blew up at him. My sister blew up at him. And he proceeded to say some really inflammatory things hoping I would blow up at him (i.e.: "I'm not the one who had kids and moved 90 miles away" "Yes, I know they're getting older, but why is that *my* responsibility?" "What? Like you've never double-booked yourself? Yeah, I found out about [other event] a few hours ago... how is that relevant?") Long story, short: my parents drove themselves, my brother is an asshole and I'm using backup childcare this week.
Ellipses.
My interview went really well. At least, I left thinking it went well. Now I am rethinking everything I did and said and hating myself. I really wish I was not so self critical and anxious.
Colon, en-dash, right parentheses
I am home with Angelfish today. Smelling her sweet head is the best aromatherapy.
This is an awesome post! Not that I enjoy your pain, mind you. It's just very creative and sweet.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to have another one so I can have some aromatherapy too.
As for your brother, I'm so sorry! My older sister basically bails on us for everything including calling our father on his birthday or Father's Day (Sidenote: how do you use an apostrophe for that holiday? Is it plural? Should it be Fathers' Day?). I hired her to do the catering for my daughter's birthday. She's a professional caterer so I thought she would not bail on this (and getting paid). She stopped returning my calls the week before and I ended up frantically doing it all myself. Sheesh, family.
Don't worry - I still love you, period. Do you love me, question mark.
ReplyDeleteI know you wanna hold me in parentheses!