the perils of a bifurcated life

Here's my usual weekly evening schedule:

Sunday night - dinner at 6:30 at the old place followed by dog walking and boy wrangling
Monday night - yoga at 7:00
Tuesday night - take m'boy to Temple B'Nai Torah by 6:30 and pick him up at 8:15; eat, etc. while he's there
Wednesday night - dinner at 6:30 at the old place followed by dog walking and boy wrangling
Thursday night - I'm free! I'm usually to be found at the CSPC.
Friday or Saturday night - One of these two nights I have dinner at the old place, stay overnight, and walk the giant beast the next morning. The other night is my night to go out.

As you can see, it's kind of fragmented, which explains why, after Nibs gave me a big box of cereal weeks or maybe months ago, I forgot it was mine. I thought it belonged to one of my housemates and didn't touch it. Based on the pull date on the cereal, I've left it alone since I moved out in September. It wasn't until one of my housemates started asking about it that I learned the truth.

*Spurt!*

My son is now as tall as his mother. That's 5'2", 157cm. He's grown an inch in the last two weeks and put on nine pounds. Of course Nibs bought pants for him a month ago, and they no longer fit. Need you even ask?

He's starting to get hair in (ahem) new places. I'll have to stop calling him m'boy pretty soon. I'm hoping the next thing he grows is some executive function.