Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

Welcome to Friday

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YAY!  I cannot tell you how happy I am that it’s Friday!

Beyond that – I’ve got nothing to say.

I’m quite busy with client work, the week was all funky with a different schedule for the kids, and so I’m just done.

I might be having a friend over for dinner tonight, so I’m excited about that.

Tomorrow is my “day off.”  No chores, no work, no nothing.  Lazy day.  I will, of course, be here.

Idea – anyone have any questions?  I’m pretty open about my life, so nothing (this may bite me later) is off limits.  Ask away!  Religion, politics, home life, work, preferences, I don’t care.  I’d love to answer questions!  Gets the juices flowing.

I’m doing Nablopomo, are you?

Daily Log

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Boring title.  Boring entry.  I don’t have time to write today (really write.)  I have a bunch of client work, errands, two school conferences, and a cardiologist appointment, not to mention kid pickups, homework, and feeding them lunch and dinner.  And housework.

I really dislike school half days.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo, are you?

Can you stop kicking me?

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I must get this recorded for posterity.  This morning, Poe and I were having our first coffee, and he was telling me about his dream.  It was a long convoluted story, as most dreams are.  How he ended it:  “James Earl Jones was our neighbor; he was a guru spy.”  How can I not note that?

Today is to be full of work, as yesterday was full of taking care of life.  There will be writing and conference calls and email checking and webinars and thinking to do.  Tomorrow, there are two conferences and a cardiologist appointment at the same time.  Because I’m just THAT good.  Poe and I will be donning our superhero costumes for our space/time continuum abilities.  We usually live like normal humans, but must break out the powers for conference days.  And since it IS conference week, the kids are on half days at school, which means I get to say, “Shhhh, I’m working” eleventy billion times.  I usually try to get it all done before they get home.  The good news?  We finished our living room, which means meals and cartoons are no longer taken in my bedroom/office.

So…  I guess it’s going to be a normal busy day here.  James Earl Jones notwithstanding.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo…  Are you?

How to Know When They’re No Longer Babies

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Kids grow up by increments.  Little by little.  But I think, now that I’ve been through two, I know when they’re well and truly no longer babies.  It’s not walking and being a “toddler.”  It’s not pre-school.  It’s not that all imporant Big Boy 5.  Not even the start of kindergarten.

It’s when they’ve lost both their front teeth, and both front big teeth come in.  That’s when they truly become gangly little smelly boys instead of you seeing that little baby inside.  They’ll always be my babies…  But they’re not babies anymore.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo, are you?

The Juggle

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The carpet installers are hours – yes HOURS – late.

I’m juggling three clients.

I got a call from school that Joseph is refusing his lunch.

I have to finish the three clients’ work for the day, pick up the kids, supervise the installation, and help move all our living room furniture back into the house.

Tick tock…  Tick tock…

How do you juggle?  I suppose that’s the age old question.  I don’t care if you stay at home, work a paying gig at home, work a paying gig outside of the home – juggling.

It’s absolutely great that I’ve landed these gigs.  Absolutely.  Now how do do I keep everything in the air?

And please.  No flaming torches please.

I’m doing NaBloPoMo, are you?

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