Month: January 2009

Accounting Day again

Note to self: When you are your own employer that “Christmas Bonus” will mean correspondingly lower funds available for business as usual. Also, when approving large purchases, keep in mind the other large purchases you previously approved, but for which the bills have not yet arrived.

We aren’t in financial trouble, but getting the next Schlock book out is more urgent than it was before December. This makes me sad because it means that Howard will be feeling pressured and stressed. I don’t like having my Howard pressured and stressed. I really need to be doing a better job of managing household resources. Lately I’ve been far too distracted by shiny projects. The projects are delightful and emotionally fulfilling But then tend to involve spending money and energy rather than acquiring it. Maybe it is time for me to scrounge around for stuff we don’t need and have an e-garage sale via ebay.

Writing stuff

I think my writer brain is tired. Yesterday I wrote a complete short story for a contest. It was only 750 words, but there was revision involved. Then I did revision on the text for a picture book. Then I did some drafting for another picture book. Then I did some brain storming for another short story. I would really like to write something thoughful and profound for this blog, but apparently my writer brain needs a rest.

At least I downloaded all my LJ entries from last year using LJbook.com. Then I upload them to lulu.com and get them printed as a book. I’ve done this every year since I began blogging in 2004. It is interesting to me that the volume gets thicker every year. The volume for 2008 is over 400 pages long. Apparently I’m fully capable of producing the wordage necessary to a novel. Now I just need to figure out how to string all those words into a coherent fictional plot. Not this year’s project. I don’t have the mental space to tackle a novel this year. I have other projects waiting on me.

And that’s apparently it. I’ve been sitting here and waiting for more words, but they’re not coming. So I guess I’m done for the night.

Link went camping

There comes a time in a boy’s life when his mother has to let go. This happens even if neither of them particularly want it. Link would happily stay curled up at home with all his comforting things and people nearby. Instead I sent him out camping in the snow with a group of boys who are mostly older and larger than he is. There were three leaders there, but no guarantees that they’ll extend any special attention or understanding to Link. I was so busy getting him prepared so he would not freeze or go hungry, that I had no spare thought to realize that this was his first night away from home without family nearby. It hit me at bedtime when his bed was empty. Then I felt like crying and I wanted to rush out and make sure that he was not scared or lonely.

But the thing is, I’d sent him with people I trust. I knew that he would come back home safely. I knew that he would not be abused or humiliated. I was giving him the chance to learn first hand that being a little scared and lonely are survivable miseries. I gave him the chance to discover that he is strong enough to manage these things by himself, that he does not need mom nearby to make it all better.

He came home. I was glad to see him. He was glad to see me. Then he ran off to play. From his descriptions, it sounds like he had fun. He also had nervous or scared moments. He was teased by older boys (friendly teasing) in a way that he didn’t much like, but he handled it. We talked it through and he feels good about the experience. Link is getting so big. He is putting on the mass that will fuel the growth spurt in the next couple of years. His days as a little boy are soon to be over. I’ve loved him and helped him and sheltered him. Now I need to love him enough to stand back and let him grow on his own.

Some days I miss all the clues

Gleek trudged to the car, the very picture of forlorn sadness. She scraped each foot across the snow slowly, shoulders slumped, mouth turned down.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as she climbed in.
She did not answer. I put the car into gear and drove toward home. Link still needed to pack for a scout snowy camp out. We had already waited a long time for Gleek to arrive at the car. I did not want to spend more time in the parking lot trying to coax Gleek into talking. Instead I launched into a described outline of the afternoon schedule. This included packing for Link and piano lessons for Gleek.

Gleek objected immediately. She was not ready for piano lessons. She had not practiced. She did not want to go. I though this was probably the cause of the sadness. We scrambled through the piano lessons and the packing. When the chaos was done, we headed through the back yard for an afternoon with friends. Gleek and her friend got to watch a movie. Patch and his friend got to play Bionicles. My friend and I got to talk for hours. It was fun for everyone. But several times Gleek got shrieking mad with other people over very small issues. I was focused on relaxing and talking. I helped resolve each incident as it occurred, but gave no thought to the fact that Gleek was acting over the top, even by her standards.

Then at the very end of the evening, as we were preparing to leave, I was standing right next to Gleek when she shoved her friend and declared something to the effect of: “I’m not your friend anymore. I’ll never play with you again.” My rebuke was at a fairly high volume “Gleek! You don’t treat people that way!” Then I carried her upstairs to discuss before the necessary apology.

This is when I learned that Gleek had lost her bracelet, the one she had made herself. She lost it at school right at the end. Then she was scolded for crying loudly in the hallways. I am not yet ready to second guess the scolding. I am certain that Gleek’s grief was quite loud and very disruptive to the kids who were still studying. I’ll have to ask about the incident further to decide what, if anything, needs addressing.

Gleek carried the sadness of the lost bracelet all afternoon. She also carried shame from making a fuss and being scolded. She also carried anger that I had not tied the bracelet tighter. Those emotions roiled inside her and put her on a hair trigger. Then each incident with friends added to the anger and shame as each incident convinced Gleek even more thoroughly that she is a naughty girl who will never be able to behave herself.

I was too busy to see it. I was busy with good things, but that does not change the fact that I did not see Gleek’s emotional need until it exploded. I am often busy. I like being busy. But because I am busy, I sometimes miss things I could have caught. This is not me scolding myself or holding myself accountable. It is not possible for any human being to catch every warning sign of every trouble. I would go crazy if I tried. All I can do is try to pay attention and act on the things I do see when I see them.

Gleek and I had a good talk. Apologies were made. Emotions have been vented. Gleek will probably be more at peace with herself tomorrow. Hopefully this incident will add to the store of knowledge Gleek needs in order to moderate herself and play well with others. It is just hard to watch her having to learn lessons for herself when I already know the answers.

When seconds count

It had been a normal school morning, kids dawdling and my commands increasingly grouchy. I’d reached the point where Patch, Gleek, and Kiki were all in the car. Link was putting on his coat and I decided to take a second to throw some salt on the icy patch I’d slid on twice. I was in the garage when the screaming started. Parental ears are very good at picking out the different flavors of childhood screams, but like recognizing a voice on the phone, it takes a moment to figure out what you’re hearing. This was full-on shrieking panic from both Gleek and Kiki.

Time stretches in a crisis. In the next 10 seconds I:
Realized that although they were right next to me, they were on the other side of the closed garage door. The fastest route to get there was back through the house.
Wondered who I was going to need to scold because obviously someone had picked on another child.
Wondered if someone had somehow gotten smashed in a door or tangled in a seat belt.
Was met halfway through the house by Gleek shrieking that Patch was choking.
Ran out the front door.
I shouted “What’s wrong?!” uselessly.
Wondered how on earth Patch was choking and what he could possibly be choking on.
Realized that I was still holding the cup of salt.
Realized I was going to need both hands free.
Threw the salt at the icy patch as I ran past.
Tried to find the right balance between speed and not falling on my face.
Reached the car to find Patch and Kiki both crying in panic.

Patch was crying. This meant he could breathe. No heimlich necessary.

The next 5 minutes were spent attending primarily to Patch. He’d accidentally swallowed a hard candy (that I’d no idea he was even eating) and it got lodged in his throat. He panicked, which caused Kiki and Gleek to panic. Kiki had him half out of his seatbelt, ready to give him the heimlich, but she was afraid of hurting him and was not certain how to do it. The candy went down, but not before Patch gagged and threw up on himself. I took all the kids back into the house. The older three stood by while I helped Patch calm down and change clothes. As I was helping Patch, I also talked all the kids through the experience.
I told them that if someone is crying while they choke, that is good news because it means the choker can breathe.
I told them that the heimlich is most effective on cases where breathing is blocked completely.
I told them they had all done exactly right. I thanked Gleek for running to get me. I thanked Kiki for staying with Patch.
I explained about hard candies and why they’re not a good idea for small children.

Then I handed Patch off to Howard. Patch gets to miss school today. He was still too shaken to deal with going. The other three I took to school. We could spend all morning talking and debriefing and decompressing, but that would merely cement this in the kids’ minds as a Huge Traumatic Event. Much better for them if we just deal with the crisis, pass on useful information, and then continue as normal. That is part of Mommy crisis management. I always tamp down my emotional reactions until they won’t increase the upset of the kids. My tears came after the kids were all dropped at school and after I’d come home to find Patch sitting happily next to Howard and playing. That is when I take my time to cry a little and think all of those “what if” thoughts and say a prayer of gratitude that the crisis was minor.

I’m not sure when I learned to shunt my emotions aside as part of crisis management. It is a skill I’m grateful for. Learning to stop and feel those emotions later has been harder to learn. It seems a little silly to collapse after the crisis is over and everyone is already safe. But I guess I’m like Grandpa Smedry in the Alcatraz books. I arrive late to the emotional reaction, but I can’t skip it entirely.

Everyone is fine. And I am grateful for that.

The brain squirrel keeps running

It feels like my brain has been in overdrive since Monday morning. On Monday I was very focused and got lots done. Tuesday my brain was still running very fast, but it was scattered all over the place. I did some stuff, but it was all scattershot everywhere. Today has been a mix of the two. I’m still having hundreds of thoughts per hour, but in the afternoon I was able to focus and get a project done. Unfortunately I hyper-focused and only came up for air when I realized it was past dinner time. Fortunately we had sufficient leftovers in our fridge, so the kids and I had potluck. Now I need to figure out how to make my brain stop so I can sleep.

We had some snow

Not all snow is created equal. The nine inches we got yesterday afternoon was light and powdery. It was almost fun to shovel that stuff. Today’s five inches were much heavier. Not so fun. Shoveling snow is hard work, but there is a calm about it that I like. The snow absorbs sound making the whole world feel hushed. After last night’s shoveling Howard and I goofed off a little.

We call this one Sad Cartoonist In Snow.

Happy news in picture book land

*Happy dances*
I got an email today from the artist who did the illustrations in my picture book. She let me know that she really enjoyed doing the project and hopes that I will consider her for any projects I have in the future.

I feel a hundred pounds lighter. I’d been worried that the artist was disappointed with the sales I’d managed (or failed to manage) for the book. I do not ever want her to regret the work she put into the project. I have two more picture book projects in mind, but I didn’t dare ask her if she was interested because I didn’t know if she was happy with the performance of the existing book.

It looks like I might get to do another picture book after all. This means I no longer feel like the first project is failing because the “poor” sales are no longer a barricade between me and additional projects that I want to do.
*Happy dance*

Tasks of the day

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.

New Year Adjustments

The New Year’s Party was far more disruptive to the bedtime schedule than I expected. We’re now 4 bedtimes later and the kids are still having trouble going to sleep on time. Prior to the night of staying up until 1 am they had been waking up before 8 am. Afterward they all want to sleep in until 9 or later with an accompanying delay on going to sleep. I’m fairly certain that the disruption would have been resolved more quickly if I had dragged them out of bed on schedule during the past four days, but I didn’t really want to get up early either. Oh well. School starts tomorrow and that will forcibly revert all of us into being early risers. This does not put me off having parties at the house, but I’ll be sure to go through the hassle of enforcing a bedtime on the kids at a more reasonable hour. And I’ll be more diligent about getting people back on schedule.

I am going to enjoy teaching my new primary class. They’re all 4 which means I’m allowed to hand out snacks and lessons are very simple. We cover about lesson points about three times each during the course of 45 minutes. In between the lesson points, the kids eat, do a craft, and play. It is much more relaxed than my last class where I worked hard to get 10 year olds to comprehend a more substantive lesson. Unfortunately being in the large group sharing time at the same hour as Patch meant that he attached himself to me like a little barnacle. I’m still trying to decide if that is a problem and if it is, how I’m going to go about addressing it. Also this year Gleek moved up into the older sharing time group. This means that instead of having her fidgets camouflaged by dozens of younger fidgeters, she now sticks out. She also has a new teacher, who I think will be great for her, but we now need to figure out a new set of expectations and then figure out how to help Gleek to comply. She ended up fleeing the meeting to come and find me. I’m still trying to figure out the shape of the challenge and I’m trying to figure out how I want to handle it. Fortunately there is fantastic group of teachers who are willing to help, I just need to figure out what shape the help needs to take. I’m too tired to solve it today. More thought is required.