and January is almost over. Two more days.
Which is crazy.
But awesome.
Why?
Because I keep getting tax forms in the mail.
And I actually really get a kick out of doing my taxes.
Everyday when I hear the mailman stick something into our mail box I run down the stairs and check to see if there is another tax form in there, and then I can stick it in my tax folder and cross it off my list.
Does this make me odd?
That's okay. I don't mind.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
the debate...
The first day back at school after a (too) long weekend.
Half of my kids are not feeling well.
Well. Of course. One is legit, but she doesn't go to school. Trying to figure out who is sick enough to stay home, or well enough to go to school and slog through it.
Generally, mostly a no-brainer. But a particular child has a penchant for exaggerating symptoms of illness.
She is prone to a psychosomatic empathetic response when others have been ill.
So.
We're waiting.
I don't send truly sick kids to school. But I don't keep truly well kids home, either.
Lovely time of year, this.
Half of my kids are not feeling well.
Well. Of course. One is legit, but she doesn't go to school. Trying to figure out who is sick enough to stay home, or well enough to go to school and slog through it.
Generally, mostly a no-brainer. But a particular child has a penchant for exaggerating symptoms of illness.
She is prone to a psychosomatic empathetic response when others have been ill.
So.
We're waiting.
I don't send truly sick kids to school. But I don't keep truly well kids home, either.
Lovely time of year, this.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Maybe I could use a second nap, too.
I conked out on the couch today while Camille chatted on about the flower garden she was building with tinker toys. Then when I woke up, I made my way to the bathtub. So what if I already bathed this morning? I was trying to figure out why in the world I am so dang tired. Besides the obvious answer. (Life).
Things have been intense around here, for several months. In the post-holiday wake, however, everyone's schedules are settling down, which is nice. But I'm feeling a little rudderless; a small ship in a big sea, fierce winds, etc., etc. There is nothing quite like being lost in a familiar place to make you tired. Or, if you like to switch the metaphor, perhaps a little ship with way too many rudders. It makes it impossible to get anywhere because every rudder is pointing in a different direction. Poor little ship, churning to get somewhere.
But then it came to me. I painted a room yesterday at breakneck speed.
Rudderless, rudderful, or whatever. I painted a room. It looks nice. And today I am tired.
Things have been intense around here, for several months. In the post-holiday wake, however, everyone's schedules are settling down, which is nice. But I'm feeling a little rudderless; a small ship in a big sea, fierce winds, etc., etc. There is nothing quite like being lost in a familiar place to make you tired. Or, if you like to switch the metaphor, perhaps a little ship with way too many rudders. It makes it impossible to get anywhere because every rudder is pointing in a different direction. Poor little ship, churning to get somewhere.
But then it came to me. I painted a room yesterday at breakneck speed.
Rudderless, rudderful, or whatever. I painted a room. It looks nice. And today I am tired.
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