Only 257

Monday marked the start of a seven day work week here in Beijing.

It also started my round of One-on-One parent meetings, where I meet for 30 minutes with the Red Lions' parents each. 

Combining these two in one week has the potential to make this a terrible, horrible week. We'll see. 

So far, so good... Then again we're only a day and a half in. 

Super Husband has been spared this indecency, and so gets a four or five day weekend next week. 

He has a field trip planned by the school to go to the Great Wall on Saturday. 

This past weekend we went back to American Steak and Eggs, oddly owned by a Canadian man. They have REAL shakes, made with REAL ice cream. And poutine. And biscuits and gravy. And GRITS. And they're not bad grits, either. They have a good texture, a good flavor. Mmm. 

From there we went to the Silk Market. While we didn't find what we went in for, I did end up with some lovely fruit tea, and a new tea mug. 

I still haven't found a place to get really good green tea. That's next on my list. Although, I definitely wont be making a dent in that list this weekend after a seven day work week. 

I predict that next Monday will be devoted solely to lounging, and sleeping. 

Hopefully Tuesday and Wednesday can hold something more exciting. 

Today is a yucky day. The weather was very nicely summed up by the kids this morning. Normally they debate whether it's hazy or clear, cloudy or sunny. Today everyone was in immediate agreement that it's chilly, hazy, and cloudy. All together not a great day. We were even spared the group exercise outside (which is more an exercise in patience than actual cardio) because the doctor deemed the pollution count too high. I was about to write "even though it's only 257", and I realized how horrible that is. That I have come to think of 257 as an acceptable, even perhaps low number. 

China, what are you doing to me? 

Now it's time to investigate what slop the cooks have decided to prepare for the teachers today... I don't want to have to go somewhere else and pay too much money for lunch, but I refuse to eat boiled chicken lung, thank you very much.