Last night I mixed up and kneaded the dough for the Super Fussy Pain In The Rear But Most Beloved Homemade Cinnamon Rolls so that I wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn this morning. I took a break to call you and your friends downstairs for a bedtime snack of milk and cookies (hey, you may be teenagers, but cookies are cookies), and then you all swarmed back upstairs without even saying goodnight. I felt a small pang, but you were having so much fun, I tried to let it go. I should've known better, though---you all got ready for bed and then you snuck back down to the kitchen to give...
Thank you so much for the swell of kindness yesterday regarding Monkey's Next Big Adventure. It gave me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings to know so many folks are behind my kiddo, even if most of you do live inside the shiny box on my desk. I don't necessarily want to belabor the process, here, because I know not everyone is interested in all the nitty gritty details, but if you ARE, today at Alpha Mom you can check out the extended dance remix version of how/why we made this happen. And it's all fine! Good! Perfect! I will just be over here breathing into this paper bag just for fun.
Life has been a little nutty 'round here, lately. Um, not the "ZOMG Y'ALL I AM SO BUSY" kind of nutty. For one thing, I sort of hate that assertion on general principle, because isn't EVERYONE busy? I mean, usually? When I have a lot of stuff to do, any spare moments I have for reflective thought tend to take the shape of "Did I remember to eat today?" and "Do I have any clean clothes to wear?" or even "Why do these children keep talking at me and expecting me to feed them?" Even if I had time, it would never occur to me to be convinced that I was eversomuchmorebusier than anyone else. Life...
... but that's okay, because having a houseful of kids means I'm content, if slightly headache-y. This is a busy work week for me, and the kids are off school. The deal is basically that as long as everyone stays out of my office, everyone is welcome to have friends over. This meant I was able to work most of today with only the dogs bugging me. By the time I was ready to get off the computer, it was time to figure out dinner (anyone else feel like they shouldn't be obligated to feed anyone this week except on Thursday? ... just me?) and dish up some semblance of a balanced meal to a table...
I've been writing here for coming up on ten (!!) years, and I can still count my very favorite posts on a single hand. That means either that those posts are beyond stupendous and/or meaningful, or that a lot of what I write here is utter drivel. Let's not think about it too hard. One of incidents that will always hold a special place of combined hilarity and horror in my mind was detailed in this post from seven years ago wherein my darling daughter discovered that the human body is terrifying and disgusting. A lot of time has passed, and I still ever-awkward in my sharing of Information I...
Last night, Otto and I had a date night. AS PEOPLE DO. "People" being "people other than us," usually, because we are not always so super-fantastic about that whole "nurture your couple relationship" thing. It's not that we don't love each other (we do!) or enjoy each other's company (he's my favorite!), it is just that we're old and tired and outnumbered by the other three sentient creatures in our household. We don't go on a lot of dates, is my point. But we're working on it, because I hear this rumor that someday my children might grow up and move out of the house. I'm skeptical, but it's...
As promised earlier, here's a handy-dandy FAQ I made for you to help in getting through this season of fundraising with good cheer. Hint: Be nice to the kids who come knocking on your door, even if you're not buying anything. Also: Can I interest you in some grapefruit...?
A bit later today I'm going to have a super-useful piece up over at Alpha Mom---pinky swear---but in the meantime it occurs to me that I haven't posted since last week, and sometimes that makes my father think that I am dead in a ditch somewhere. (Hi, Dad! Not dead!) Tuesday mornings are my favorite, because it's the only morning when both kids have to get up and out around the same time. (It's co-op day for Monkey. On regular homeschool days I just don't bother getting him up until Chickadee leaves.) I love to eavesdrop on the two of them negotiating for counter space and such in the...
She's just a bill, yeah she's only a bill... ... and she's sitting there on Capitol Hill... Me: That is not so much "sitting" as "laying there like you're dead," you know. Her: I am SAD and DEJECTED. I am depressed that I'm not yet a LAW! (Clearly she's committed to the role.) And even though we were up late figuring out how to attach Bill's sash (stitch witchery to the rescue!), I think the final product is more than worthy of the extra credit promised to students who dress up as "an important part of history." P.S. Thanks to Lisa at Condo Blues for providing great...
