Today the kidlets are FINALLY back to school after a fairly non-eventful Spring break. There were no extra funds for the trip we had tentatively planned, so we stayed home and enjoyed the yummy Springy weather. DH and oldest son went on a boy scout overnight camping event over the weekend, but otherwise we had a pretty boring break, with the exception of the first day. That day we had two injuries, both after I warned them of the danger. First, Oldest Child got klobbered in the head with a mud clod. The boys think it’s great fun to hurl them at each other, tho I’ve told them a zillion times not to do it. He came in with blood streaming down his face and a nasty cut on his head. Lesson learned? Probably not. Next, Missy Moodle insisted on taking her bike off the boys’ bike ramp after I instructed her not to. (She just got training wheels off two weeks ago.) She did it anyway, crashed, and hurt her side when the handlebar plunged into her gut upon impact. AND, she broke the handbrake on her bike. She wailed for at least an hour. Lesson learned? Probably not.
More finished business: income taxes. On Sunday I spent most of the day yelling for everyone not to touch the piles of papers all over the kitchen. It feels so good to be done with that evil task. I always put it off as long as possible. Last year I paid the sales tax for the soap business (due Jan 31) in July. No, I haven’t paid this year’s yet. And yes, I do have to pay interest and penalties for being late. The whole thing sucks. I’d rather pluck my entire eyebrows out one hair at a time than sit and deal with that nonsense. And every year I think the exact same thing while I wade through the piles, “This is asinine, why do we do this? There’s got to be a better way. How many zillions of people hours are lost to this insanity?”
Another thing I checked off the list this weekend: The Sister Socks. Yipee. I finished them Sunday night and the will be given to my sister today. What a relief. Did I mention her birthday was Jan. 21? I think I have a serious procrastination issue. They turned out nicely, too bad you can’t see them. I grabbed the camera a minute ago and realized the batteries are dead. Photos tomorrow.
As I was swatching for my next project, Logical Oldest Child said, “Mom, why do you even have to do a guage squatch anyway?” I laughed out loud. SQUATCH! It rhymes with swatch, but the ‘q’ just gave it that extra zing. How perfect. It will be forever known to me now as ’squatch’. How fitting. I absolutely hate squatching. I know it’s imperative to good knitting, and I do it fairly religiously, the entire time thinking to myself how I hate it. Once I read one knitter saves all her squatches and turns them into lovely afghans and hip vests, pillows, etc. I saved a few in my early months of knitting, but I’m so impatient, and hate seaming so much that I rip the squatch out as soon as I have the numbersI need from it. No, no washing of the squatch, no blocking. Just measure and rip it back out.
It’s also good to be done with the ratty-assed migraine I battled yesterday. It never grew to full-blown status, just lingered behind my eye most of the day, just enough to make me crab mercilessly at my loved ones. I don’t know why they put up with me. And I don’t know why I continue to get these headaches. I heard some expert the other day say that migraines are caused by “an electrical disturbance in the brain.” Hmmm. But that doesn’t tell me how to cure myself of them. I will say that after fighting it all day with Advil and whining, I finally took my prescription med for it and it went away within 30 minutes and I woke up feeling great this morning. At $6 per pill, I tend to wait longer than I should to take them.
Another thing I’m done with: WINTER. Yesterday was the official last day of winter. I know, here in Iowa we could get 10 more inches of snow before May, but man, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the robins are expecting and all is glorious out my kitchen window at the bird feeders. Yee-haw!! Bring it on!
