Quickly because it's time to gotoanotherconcert!!!11!!

The pre-Christmas craziness has struck. And I'm not talking about presents and cards and all that. That can actually wait.

I'm talking about all the extra activities. Specifically, concerts. Here's what we're looking at, off the top of my head:

Tonight is the middle school concert; tomorrow is my singing group's family and friends concert; Saturday isn't just my birthday,* it's also my son's Freshman vocal concert; Sunday is his Freshman orchestra; next Tuesday he's playing with the middle school orchestra as the grand old man of cello.

This is of course in addition to the usual choir rehearsals, voice lessons, cello lessons, cello choir, plus dress rehearsals OMG do we have the concert clothes ready? Blah blah blah BLAH.

It's enough to drive me to drink. Luckily, I like to drink, so there's plenty to choose from, and I had already factored in some drinking time, so I'm not actually wasting any valuable concert time.

* You know I had to slip that one in, right?

Bullet-ridden Saturday, or NaBloPoMo can bite me

• I'm not dead yet.

• High school is still kicking my ass. Naturally, I don't mean my high school; I mean my son's. A brief recap: in place of Plan A (he does his homework and gets good grades) we've moved from Plan B (he does his homework, gets help from his parents, and gets good grades) to Plan C (he does his homework, gets help from his parents and the free school tutors and gets good grades.) The good news is it seems to be working. The bad news is that Plan C involves getting him to school at about 7:00 a.m., which means the chaffeuse has to be up at before 6:00.

• I'm actually getting used to it. Proof? This morning I got up before 7:00.

• However, I'm relying even more than usual on enormous amounts of caffeine to get through the day.

• My son was also in two concerts last week: Freshman Boys Chorus and Freshman Orchestra. He sang a solo in Freshman Chorus. I was so proud that every button popped off my blouse. Metaphorically speaking.

• Literally speaking, every button only pops off my blouse when I'm at a funeral.

• This actually happened. More on this on one of those long, dull winter evenings. When I have time to blog. Which will apparently happen when my son graduates from high school.

• The most cruelly disappointing moment of the week occurred when we sat down to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and realized that we'd forgotten to return the DVDs we'd finished the weekend before, which meant that we only had two episodes to watch.

• In related news, last night I went to bed at 10:00 p.m.