It turned out not to be something small with Brian's van. It's the air compressor and some other stuff, too. He explained it but I didn't catch it all as J was yammering in my other ear at the time. At any rate, it's going to cost about $1100-1200 to fix. The dealership didn't have his warranty information on file anymore (he bought the extended warranty on the car), so he's hoping he can find the hard copy at home. It did occur to me that they were able to find warranty information somehow when I called roadside assistance on Saturday. They were able to see that he had coverage for towing, anyway. So maybe he can call the 800 number if nothing else (although I told him you know Kia has a copy somewhere, I'd be asking them to pull the archived files from storage - you know they can do it, we do it all the time for my job).
I've been in an odd sort of mood. Not sad, but you'd think that after this weekend, I'd be fairly over-the-moon happy (over other things, not the van breaking down). I'm not that, either. I can't even explain what it is. It's a Beck/Morcheeba/Death Cab for Cutie/Depeche Mode/Etta James/Alison Krauss/Evanescence kind of mood. See? It even defies musical categorization.
I got my writing samples sent for Baylor. I'm twitchy. I'd feel better if I had something of more recent vintage, and something other than legal writing. They asked for writing related to public relations/marketing/development, if I had any. I don't. I just hope they can see potential in what I did send, and I'm kicking myself for getting away from the job I had before this one without bringing any samples of my writing with me. They'd still have been legal writing, but at least they'd have been a bit more current. I know, I know, if it's meant to be my job, it will work out regardless of the obstacles I may perceive. But still. I twitch. A bit. OK, maybe more than a bit. Someone please tell me it does no good for me to call home and check my messages every 15 minutes, or every 30 minutes, or even every hour.
Bedtime has been a little bit better lately. J was asleep at 7:15 on Saturday night when he was with K, so I was expecting bedtime Sunday night to be a howling screamfest. It wasn't - he was asleep by about 9:15-9:30 with not too much fuss. He was clearly tired. He slept until after 7:30 Monday morning, so I expected last night to be a challenge. Not so much - he was yawning by 6:30 and asleep by 9:00. I'm thinking maybe he's having a growth spurt.
And now, for some J funnies:
K and J were in Fort Worth Friday night, and K called Saturday as he and J were on the way back to his apartment - the weather was getting bad, would it be OK if they stopped and stayed at my house instead of going all the way to the apartment. I said sure, no problem. So J was home Sunday when I got back from Waco. I'd stopped at Whataburger to get him some lunch, and the toy in the kids' meal was a little green plastic beaker - yes, a beaker, like you'd see in a science lab. J was, naturally, running around with no pants on when I got home (I've never seen a child who likes to be pants-free as much as he does). At one point, he grabbed that little beaker, put it over his penis, and loudly proclaimed, "Look, I put my penis in jail!" LOLOLOL I couldn't help it. I laughed. A lot. That's probably one of those things you really shouldn't laugh at, because you don't want to encourage it, but I just couldn't do anything else. I have NO idea where he gets this stuff - not from me, certainly, and somehow I don't think K is doing anything like that, either.
Last night I explained to him that I was working on something because I was applying for a job in Waco, at Baylor. He said, "Like Sic 'Em Bears?", and I said yes, exactly like. He then had to do Sic 'Em Bears about fourteen times, and said, "I'm going to teach Brian how to do that." LOL I didn't have the heart to tell him that Brian went to Baylor like Mama, he already knows Sic 'Em Bears - I just said I was sure Brian would appreciate that.
And yesterday he told me he thought we should have a little baby. This is the second or third time he's mentioned it. He said if we had a little baby, we'd get baby toys for it, because it would be too little to play with his toys. And he also informed me we'd have to get a baby bed for it, because it couldn't sleep in a big bed like him. I have not the first clue what's prompting this (unless it's that some of his classmates have younger siblings), but I told him it wasn't going to happen aaaaaanytime soon. LOL He sure comes up with some stuff.