Makes me want to feel ...

You know how as a parent you sometimes get roped into doing things and you're like "How did I end up doing all the work?"

Yeah.

Cole has his Young Author's Fair book due on Wednesday. He's written it, don't get me wrong, but I had promised him that I'd help him edit it. The book/notebook he wrote the rough draft in didn't leave me enough room to do any actual editing. Hence, I told him that I'd type it up on the computer with the spelling and grammar corrections already corrected for him. Yeah. I just typed up the whole damn story for him. And the kid kept disappearing to do "other stuff" while I was doing this.

Excuse me! Did you just wake me up? Did you rub my lamp? You're getting your wishes! Now sit down!

Yeah.

So, the thing's typed and I'm forcing him to do the cover of the book (a drawing of the lands in his story) and now my printer is out of ink. Blah. I think I'm going to throw it onto my flash drive and make my mom print it up tomorrow on her printer. I can't imagine that I'm going to have time to go buy new ink between work and the seminar thing I'm going to tomorrow night on house buying.

My fingers are doing much better, though.

I'm out.