I Shoulda Stood in Bed
Sep. 23rd, 2003 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojEndured three hours of Contracts and Property first thing this morning. Not even my profs, dynamic as they are, could make either one anything but painful. Property in particular was mind-numbing. Different types of property - real v. personal, chattels and choses in action and possession and bailments and ::snore::
And the cases, ye gods, the cases we had to read. Flax crops and boom cranes and tobacco crops and tractors, from the county courts of Manitoba and Alberta and Fred's Supreme Court of Manure Bailments and oh, mercy. Just kill me now.
And as I was sitting there, I kept thinking of how I would much, much, much rather be with Justin. He woke up in a foul mood today, angry and yelling and hitting things. We finally had to send him upstairs to calm himself down, and he did, eventually (with Daniel's help - he got Big Brother cuddles) and then became just sad. And as annoying as the yelling was, I much preferred it to his little stoic sad face. I walked him down to his babysitters, and the whole way he was quiet and brave, little lower lip sticking out slightly, still hiccupping a little from his morning freak-out. Gave me and Daniel big hugs as we left, looking all sad and bereft, and greeted Debbie with his voice still trembly.
And I had to leave him there instead of cuddling him and reading him stories, so that I could hear aaaall about oat harvests and whether they constitute real or personal property, depending on whether they've been harvested or not.
Who cares.
And the cases, ye gods, the cases we had to read. Flax crops and boom cranes and tobacco crops and tractors, from the county courts of Manitoba and Alberta and Fred's Supreme Court of Manure Bailments and oh, mercy. Just kill me now.
And as I was sitting there, I kept thinking of how I would much, much, much rather be with Justin. He woke up in a foul mood today, angry and yelling and hitting things. We finally had to send him upstairs to calm himself down, and he did, eventually (with Daniel's help - he got Big Brother cuddles) and then became just sad. And as annoying as the yelling was, I much preferred it to his little stoic sad face. I walked him down to his babysitters, and the whole way he was quiet and brave, little lower lip sticking out slightly, still hiccupping a little from his morning freak-out. Gave me and Daniel big hugs as we left, looking all sad and bereft, and greeted Debbie with his voice still trembly.
And I had to leave him there instead of cuddling him and reading him stories, so that I could hear aaaall about oat harvests and whether they constitute real or personal property, depending on whether they've been harvested or not.
Who cares.
