I had a great day at my ‘regular’ job, albeit quite busy. I was driving towards home, planning to stop at the grocery to pick up dinner, and feeling like freakin’ superwoman. I can work all day (a long day!) and still buy items from the market, then put a quasi-gourmet dinner on the table. Maybe I’ve been exposed to the suburbs too long, and more people actually do this in the cities. I suspect that’s the case. There’s way too much shopping for prepared foods at Costco and Wegman’s that goes on out here. Anyway, I grabbed some lamb chops and gorgonzola cheese for the polenta, and got dinner on the table in about 45 minutes. SQ and I plowed through a bottle of ‘meh’ 2006 Cabernet Franc from CrossKeys Vineyards (Virginia) with dinner while carrying on a lively debate about why people in China eat the crazy things they do. Then, after cleaning up the dishes, came the boom – Syd hands me a total crap Science test score that she needs signed by a parent. I was so angry I couldn’t see straight (also not helped by the two glasses of wine I’d consumed). And she’d been sitting on it for a few days!! So I’m just pissed off right now, and I don’t know what to do about her attitude. It’s not the teenage thing either. The roller coaster grades have been happening for several years. I’ll work on it tomorrow, but tonight I’m going to consume some peanut butter Whoppers in large quantities – just because they taste good. Which will probably make me feel sick. Whatever.