I have a weekly accounting day. On that day I take care of whatever tasks have collected in the intervening week. On the first accounting day of each month there are some monthly accounting tasks that have to be taken care of. Every third month there are quarterly reports and tasks to do as well. There are also yearly reports and tax filings. Today I got to do all of the above. I printed 1099 and 1096 forms, printed w-3 and w-2 forms, prepped a monthly federal tax deposit, filed a quarterly unemployment insurance report, filed two quarterly withholding reports, filed a yearly withholding report, filed a quarterly sales tax report, and created a paycheck. By 1 pm I had it all done. I felt really accomplished. Then I walked upstairs and realized that although the accounting was done, the mommying had just begun.
This afternoon featured:
dishes left over from Sunday dinner
7 inches of snowfall
4 trips out in the car during the snow accumulation
numerous fishtailing and skidding events
ice frozen to the windshield wipers thus rendering them useless
a stuffed kitten beauty shop which included water and enormous glops of hair gel
confiscation and washing of the stuffed kittens
A relaxing conversation to catch up with my backyard neighbor, which was (naturally) interrupted by an outbreak of multiple crises
tears over a math assignment
tears over bestfriend who moved away two years ago
a phone call to bestfriend to tell him about Christmas
beef stew and dumplings for dinner because for once I planned ahead and made good use of leftovers.
coming up next is Family Home Evening and bedtime
Yup. Things are back to normal.
Somehow I never heard about the stuffed kitty beauty shop. That is just priceless. Since I wasn’t the one who got to clean it up, I can barely stop myself from giggling.
backyard neighbor
Ahem. I’ve just posted a comment to Howard’s Live Journal. You need the right tyres too! And in your case, it probably wouldn’t just defer Howard paying your funeral expenses, but it could completely /avoid/ you having to pay Kiki/Link/Gleek/Patches’ funeral expenses.
(In general, leaving problems to your grandchildren is not nice; your children’s funeral expenses is probably the one exception).
A little close to the bone?
Um. That was an attempt to be mildly amusing and suggesting that good safety equipment is always a worthwhile investment BUT … I don’t actually know you all that well, and what can be humourous in one culture can easily be offensive in another.
In particular, referring (obliquely) to the fact that you and your children are going to die at some point in the future, is could easily be upsetting. It wasn’t meant like that; if you took it that way, please accept my apologies.
Re: A little close to the bone?
Thank you for the clarification. Do not worry. We are unlikely to risk ourselves or our kids with reckless driving.