After a Holiday

Why is it that going back to work, getting back into the routine, is harder after a holiday than it was to start in the first place?
Maybe now that you know the ups and downs, you feel like going back isn't worth it.
Or is that just Monday talking?
I was awoken this morning, WELL BEFORE my alarm went off, by a rhythmic banging against some wall. At 5:35am it sounding like they were banging against my brain. But whether my neighbors are attempting to conceive, or doing some ill-conceived DIY, if it happens again I'm going to be irate. I do not appreciate being woken up, even by the alarms I've set for myself, much less by... well, anything else. I'll have to ask Super Husband to draft some note in Mandarin to be posted throughout the stairwell, and in plain view, politely requesting them to cut it the heck out.

I'm contemplating painting my fingernails in rainbow hues, one color per nail, and using it as a teaching tool. But I don't have any yellow nail polish.
My nails are purple today, and the Bumblebees delighted in shouting "Purple" and pointing at my fingers. They've got their colors down... although my dark wash jeans provided fodder for a small argument. Are they blue, or black? I say they're blue, but many of the kids were adamant that I was wearing black pants.

I finally bought some groceries today. Milk, for my coffee. Frozen veggie dumplings, for when I don't feel like being stared at while eating dumplings alone in a restaurant. Edamame, because it was super cheap, and who doesn't love edamame? Seriously, 7rmb for a big ole bag o' the stuff. I did splurge a little for olive oil, but honestly, a good olive oil is worth the splurge. I had a hard time deciding between the different vegetable oils, though. I ultimately decided on peanut oil, but got one of the smaller containers. Half because I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it in everything, and half because I didn't want to walk the 30 minutes home lugging a giant bottle of oil.
I'm debating about buying Italian style noodles, like farfalle. They're pretty pricey here, and for even an eighth of what it would cost in Texas I can buy all the stuff to make fresh egg noodles. I'm pretty sure that's what I'll do. That way buying bottled pesto at 40rmb per 1/2 cup won't hurt quite as badly.

I've spent most of the evening catching up on Bones. Don't judge me.

And now, at 11pm, I'm going to attempt to fall asleep, despite the bawdy shouts (Okay, so I only assume that they're bawdy) of the construction workers that have been tasked, as far as I can tell, with keeping the early risers from wanting to rise early.