And it wasn’t too bad, in fact: the kids got back into the class routine pretty well. They might have even missed it, a little. Played merry hell with my writing and posting schedule, though.
But that’s all right, since we’re not doing too badly on that front for right now. I need to create another spreadsheet to work out what’s getting worked on this month. And here I thought that there would be no math…
This week is just going to be bad for getting anything except the most necessary work done. Hopefully it’ll stabilize, once the county gets used to high intensity remote learning. But in the meantime I keep having to half-guess what work my kids still need to do, and it’s annoying as all get-out.
PS: Oh, yeah, I have rants. But I’m retired from all that.
My children were not entirely happy to be told they’d have to wear full sets of clothing again. Well, except for socks. They’re supposed to, but neither didn’t and I think they both think they’ve put one over on their old man. I figured it was best to give ’em both at least one small victory.
PS: Going fine, except when the county’s computer network freezes up under the sudden pressure. But that’s only happened six, seven times so far. In the last hour. I wonder how counties without any money are doing right now?
…Which doesn’t have the same ring to it when it effectively means I start the new unpaid job tomorrow! Then again, we enjoy the nigh-obscene luxury of having parents home to minimize the situation; I was a stay-at-home already and my wife is still telecommuting. Based on the emails and messages coming out from the schools, there are a lot of kids in this county who will not have anybody to help them this semester with, well, pretty much everything.
I don’t think this is entirely fair to them, but I don’t really know what I can do about it, either.
Worked on the sonnet, and attended Zoom meetings about next week’s back-to-sitting-in-front-of-their-computers-to-do-lessons-while-I-play-administrative-assistant schedule for my kids. And I shouldn’t even really complain. Reading between the lines, I think the county schools are assuming that the kids are going to be at home by themselves and trying to navigate all of this while their parents are at work. Since my wife is still telecommuting and this is my job… welp. I’m sure other people would be happy to trade with me.
:slightly manic look:
At least we were able to get online. But the materials provided were provided digitally, and this is the first time my kids’ school system’s done this en masse, and it all worked out as you’d guess. To be fair, it still worked out about three steps better than I was expecting, but I’m not saying that it worked out well. And I had to watch everything like a hawk to get that far, and you can imagine how well my kids enjoyed that.
I spent three and half hours at the kid’s middle school tonight to get an idea of the class load, and I am worn out. My head is worn out from having to take all the notes and keep track of everything. Swear to God, it was easier… almost forty years ago, tanjit.
Then again, we still had the Cold War going on and it wasn’t really clear that we were winning at the time, so perhaps I shouldn’t be nostalgic. I’m rambling, aren’t I? I need to get some sleep.
Ten hours from now, and they’ll be back in school. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself, really. …No, you don’t understand [twitching]: I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. It’s freedom. Horrible, horrible freedom!
…Although. Yeah. I could go get chips.
Not such a horrible thing in Chez Lane, but I feel incredibly sorry for families where both parents work away from home. I mean, from my point of view the kids missing last Friday, today, and tomorrow has mostly just resulted in an extended exercise in keeping them from blowing up the house. But what’s been a mild complication for me has been a going-on-a-week rolling disaster for some of my neighbors. I respect people who can juggle that. I’m grateful that I don’t have to.
PS: The roads really are bad, here. I mock DC for its attitude towards snow as much as the next transplantee, but we had a no-fooling blizzard and there’s nowhere to put the stuff. I got neighbors who still can’t move their cars because the snowplows had to prioritize.