Still freezing tonight. Must be fighting something off. I actually managed a social evening, although I was meant to socialize with 11 other people (and did for about an hour), but then ended up talking the rest of the time to the one other person I talked to LAST time I was at book club. The plus is…I like the books…and these are my people. Sort of. Counselor dings me for always remembering that I don’t fit in. Yeah well. I’m old. I don’t know where all the old people hang out, but it’s not where I am…actually, I am middle-aged. The old people are retired and they all show up, and the young people all show up, and all the people my age are on vacation? Who knows. The discussion wandered through books, cleaning, Myers Briggs, food, childhood, and god knows where else. For two and a half hours, I was mostly at peace. Good thing.
I was a giant stress monkey before that, though, because the financial aid stuff is due sooner than I thought, despite W-2s JUST showing up on Saturday. So I finished my taxes tonight. In January. Earliest ever. Tomorrow I will try to track down the vast quantities of data the other schools need in order to give the boychild an education. Meanwhile, he has another interview…someone should do his laundry so he has something to wear to that.
It was eyeball dissection day today…
It was pretty easy. Sometimes I think I could do some of this stuff in my sleep. I think I’ve walked almost 2000 kids through eyeball dissection at this point. I need to do the dishes tomorrow. Exciting stuff.
Boychild had Academic League and knew some amazing stuff…
He’s on the left. They beat the rival team by 10 points, but it was a tense match (funny to say that for Academic League, but it WAS!). Two of his answers were Walt Whitman and women, but I don’t remember the questions. One had something to do with the State of the Union speech, which I didn’t watch and he apparently memorized. Make me feel stupid, boy.
Girlchild had soccer last night…but he wouldn’t play her. I spent a lot of time watching the sky…
The sunset was gorgeous…
but I watched her get angrier and angrier.
Don’t blame her. There are girls who mess up continually who are playing. It’s frustrating for her and for us.
I think her dad is just going to stop coming.
I will still be there. There are nice sunsets at the away games (which always face into the sun)…
I stitch…I did this…
Finished the bottom one, and started Month 3…just barely got started on the background stitching.
And then today at Academic League, I did this…
Finished the background stitching on the blue ones and one of the purple ones (Month 4). I end up getting about 5 hours a week of stitching in at kid events. I can’t grade in the crappy light of soccer games. I guess I could have graded at Academic League, but I didn’t feel like it. Sigh. That will come back to haunt me at some point.
I really need to get some focus. I started tracing Wonder Under for the mammogram quilt, or whatever it is, lumpy breast…
I did NOT get very far. Like I said, I didn’t feel right last night. I feel off again tonight, but not like last night. Obviously I’m doing financial aid tomorrow night or Friday night, whenever I can find the time. Lots of numbers to locate and input. Stress.
Trying to think about things I can do that will be good for me, like book club, but won’t take so much time. I thought about joining another book club, but I don’t have time to go to another meeting right now. Same with life drawing. Number of hours in the day is a finite number. I don’t have any. What was interesting about last night is that I went to bed about an hour and a half earlier than I have been for weeks, but I couldn’t fall asleep, and then I woke up for a significant stretch of time in the middle of the night and right before alarm time, so I got about the same amount of sleep as I have been every night (nowhere near enough). Have I trained my body to only allow itself 5 hours a night? Or is there something else going on?
Stop thinking so hard. Go to bed. Sleep…sigh…maybe it’s just not something you get to have enough of for a while. Maybe it’s like ice cream…it does affect my mood, though. Not enough sleep and I get more sad, more depressed. No balance. Seesaw world.
Kathy Nida 
Oh god the financial aid…. We fought that for the first time two years ago; the older girl was headed for college and we were all clueless. Her dad lost a lot of sleep over it, and as you note, we had finished our taxes so far in advance of when they were usually done it made out heads spin. Although afterwards it was surprisingly relaxing to watch the calendar and as each deadline passed we’d congratulate ourselves for being done already. The up side of taxes finished early.
We have amazing cold here, like well below freezing and hovering around zero. Which, on the one hand, this is New England and we’re supposed to be used to it and durable, and on the other hand? Brrr. That is all.
I hope your coldness is the start of a thaw. And I really like the small person in the corner of the drawing holding something up. At first I thought it was a robot, but that seemed really unexpected.
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The old people are retired, the young people are childless (possibly single, too), and the middle aged people are head down in the peak years of child rearing, career demands, and everything that goes with those responsibilities. Bit stereotyped, but that’s my best guess.
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