Month: December 2007

The following is a list is in no way comprehensive. There are piles of family and kid stuff that aren’t on this list because it would take forever if I included all of it. Besides, that’s what blog archives are for.

Jan- found an artist for Hold on to Your Horses Began volunteering in Gleeks Kindergarten class because things were going seriously awry with her school experience and I needed to be able to spy observe.
Feb- got to attend LTUE with my sister. Yay! Was invited to submit to Ages of Wonder anthology.
Mar- Leaned on my brother-in-law to create a website for me. Took family trip to Emerald City Comic Con.
Apr- wrote “immigrant” Had an extremely unpleasant time trying to get Kiki to do school work.
May- Ditto with Kiki and homework until school got out. Attended Conduit in Salt Lake City. “Immigrant” was accepted for publication in Ages of Wonder
Jun- Attended a conference for writers and illustrators of children’s books. Hoped crazily that Hold on to Your Horses would catch the eye of one of the editors. It didn’t.
Jul- realized that the next Schlock book was never going to exist unless I took steps. I began working with the layout guy to organize the book thus freeing Howard to write and draw.
Aug- Started attending my very first writer’s group by jumping into the deep end with accomplished writers. Finished the layout for Tub of Happiness then had a really bad day which contained a major financial reverse and the news that our layout guy was done being a layout guy.
Sept- Shipped files to China for printing, opened pre-orders for Tub of Happiness. Weathered the start of a new school year. Volunteered to teach a creative writing class at the grade school because I had no clue how much time and energy that would absorb.
Oct- Weathered a health crisis. Finished teaching the creative writing class and declined to volunteer for another one. Fretted lots about finances, health, and things that could go wrong with the Tub of Happiness printing or shipping.
Nov- Learned InDesign enough to use an existing template to layout the next Schlock book. Began serious preparations for shipping Schlock books. Fretted a lot about whether the books would arrive in time.
Dec- Shipped books. Had a vacation.

*deep breath*

On to 2008

I like the idea of New Year’s Resolutions, but I think it is a mistake to only set goals once per year. I’m constantly setting new goals, finishing goals, or tweaking ongoing goals. I have goals for days and for weeks and for years. This week I’ll be turning the corner into a new year. I’ve been mulling over what I want to accomplish during it. Mostly I’ve discovered that January is so packed full of goals to meet that I’m having trouble seeing past it to make larger goals to encompass the whole year. Year-sized goals seem too big. I need to focus on month-sized goals.

Plans for January 2008:
Finish the layout for The Teraport Wars. I may not be able to complete this one inside a month because there are pieces outside my control, but I am going to do my very best.

Do the final layout tweaks for Hold on to Your Horses. This is the book that I wrote for Gleek during December of 2006. Then I lined up an artist and got amazing pictures drawn for it. Then we fished around to see if a traditional publisher would be interested. There was no response. I’ve decided that I really want this book in print before Gleek gets too old to need it. So the Tayler Corp is going to be printing it. It is mostly done, I just need to tweak a couple of things to make sure that it is ready for print at the same time as Teraport Wars.

I need to put exercise back into my schedule. Howard and I have a plan for doing this together.

Family prayer and scripture study fell out of our schedule some time in November. I need to put it back. Ditto for personal scripture study.

I need to be scheduling family time on a weekly basis. I’m going to start by making Sunday dinners and by having Family Home Evening on Monday nights. These will be times where we spend an hour free of distractions just being together.

I need to help the kids plan, save for, and make (or purchase) gifts for Gleek’s upcoming birthday. Christmas turned out alright, but I want my kids to have a chance to fully experience the joy of giving a thoughtful gift. I also want to help them learn how to plan and execute thoughtful gift giving.

I need to be more strict about partitioning my days and making sure there are times where the computer and business things are not allowed. Hopefully this will help me do a better job of keeping household maintenance tasks done.

I want to polish up two stories, one to post one to submit.

I want to grow indoor flowers.

I want to spend time individually with each of my kids helping them learn a useful skill that interests them. Sewing for Kiki. Piano and basic music theory for Gleek. Reading aloud with Link. Beginning phonics with Patches. Ideally they’ll each get at least 30 minutes per week.

I need to be more thorough in my accounting and household management. I need to be tracking food inventory, shopping sales, and making sure we don’t over spend in any budget categories. As part of this effort, I need to be cooking meals from food we have here rather than running to the store or to a fast food place.

I think all of that just might be enough for one month. No wonder my brain balks at trying to think past January.

In case anyone was wondering Rattatoie is not recommended as an in-the-car movie. Within 10 minutes I was deafened by a chorus of small people complaining of hunger. We stopped at Wendy’s and switched the movie to Bugs Bunny. This pleased everyone.

The new year doesn’t officially start until Tuesday, but Howard and I have to be back to work Monday morning. We have a lot to get done in January and so stealing one day of December will be necessary. A couple of times in the last two days I’ve tried to wrap my head around the upcoming new year with it’s necessary schedule. But each time I try, my brain turns into a wet noodle and refuses to focus. The business section of my brain has apparently hung a sign stating that it is still on vacation thanks and I should check back Monday morning. All I can say is that the dang thing better be bright eyed and ready to work first thing.

Part of the continuing languor is that my parents and two of my brothers are here for a visit. This makes me want to play games and read books and talk to people rather than getting stuff done.

Also contributing is the fact that I’ve spent most of today running out with Howard to go to wedding events for a pair of our friends. All the events have been spaced with plenty of time for us to run home in between and take naps, which has been nice. Going to the wedding events makes me really happy because I got to watch these two friends get together and get engaged. I’m so happy that they have each other. I would love to wax rhapsodical about the wedding or philosophical about marriage and life. Unfortunately those parts of my brain seem to be on the same vacation as the business brain.

All the kids have been bouncing with delight to have Grandma and Grandpa here. They bounced even higher when they got to open the presents from the Grandparents.

I did have one triumph in the battle of bedtime last night. Both Gleek and Patches have been complaining of nightmares. Patches in particular has been quite distressed. I think the nightmares are mostly a result of the schedule disruption of the holiday and the problem will right itself. Unfortunately this makes them hard to put to bed. Last night I discovered that there is a spot in the hallway where I can sit and they can both see me while lying in their beds. So I promised to sit right were they could see me if they would stay laying down. I sat there with my laptop and wrote yesterday’s entry about bedtimes. By the time I was done, both kids were asleep. I still ended up with Patches crawling into bed with me around 4 am, but it’s a start. At least the mommy brain is still willing to work during the holiday.

Bedtime is one of the hardest parts of my day. I’ve been running all day, I’ve just managed a dinner time, I’m tired and just want to be done. The tempation is strong to let the kids play for extra minutes while I have some down time. But then I glance at the clock and realize that “extra minutes” turned in to “extra hour” and the kids should have been in bed already. So I spring into action, I try to hustle them into bed by skipping steps in the routine. This rarely works. I end up with kids getting out of bed because they are hungry, or thirsty, or they want a story, or they need to use the bathroom, or they need an extra hug. I want to be done and they want more time and attention. My stress levels rise because I know that every minute they aren’t asleep yet buys me a crankier tomorrow. In the end a “shortcut” bedtime usually takes almost twice as long as one where I follow a routine. Oh occasionally the shortcuts work, just often enough to keep me hoping that this will be one of those nights. It almost never is.

In the coming new year I need to refocus on bedtimes. I need to remember that giving my kids full attention at bedtime fills a whole host of needs and makes the next day run smoother. I need to remember that no matter how much they protest the end of the day, they really are much happier if I insist and stick to the bedtime routine.

Every Winter evening I mourn the passing of the sun. I stand at my window to pull the last of the light into my eyes, as if I could hoard it until morning. Dawn is so far off on a midwinter night. Even when day comes, the light is a poor, pale cousin of what it was months ago. I know that the world will spin through space, bringing me back close to the sun. Then the rays will be so hot, they can burn. This does not help me now, when it is dark and cold. Time stretches out ahead of me.

Most years the lights and sounds of the holiday season keep the impending darkness at bay. Sparkle, and glitter, and cheer, they dazzle my eyes and give me warmth. Not so this year. This year bleakness loomed large. I could see it over and around the shining tree.

But I have a secret. Sheltered safe in my house where Winter can not come, I have a lily in bloom. I turn from the darkened window and step close to the vibrant green plant. I lean even closer. My face is so near the white blossoms that sometimes petals brush against my face. For a moment I admire the delicate, translucent shimmer of the petals. Then I close my eyes and inhale.

Esters from the blossom ride air into my nose and fill my head with springtime. My shoulders drop as the muscles in my back relax from a tension I did not realize they carried. It is as if my whole self was curled inward to defend against the cold season, but now I can unfold myself like the flower whose scent gave me this moment of Spring. Behind my eyelids half-formed memories dance with flashes of spring and summer. I breathe deep the knowledge that “not here” does not mean “gone forever.”

Eventually I must exhale and open my eyes. It is still Winter and will be for weeks to come. But a little piece of Spring is no further away than my lily in bloom. When my lily finishes blooming the amaryllis, gifted by a friend, will be just starting. Then there will be a hyacinth. Each potted flower is placed where the scent of Spring can waft through the house and surprise me unaware. “Spring is coming” the scent whispers to me and my heart lifts with hope for a moment.

The Winter is cold, and dark, and hard, but it is not unending. Beyond it there is Spring.

I write at the close of a perfect Christmas day. A fresh carpet of snow fell over night so that when the sun rose the sky was brilliant blue and the world sparkled. We were, of course, awake before the sun rose. Gleek climbed into bed with us at 5 am claiming it was morning. I snuggled her close and she fell back asleep until around 6:30 when Kiki came in and announced that all the kids were awake and would we please get up now? It made me think back to all those years when I was the child waiting in the hallway with a row of siblings waiting anxiously for 6 am so we could wake our parents. I went downstairs to take the photos as the kids entered the room. Howard lined them all up so that they could march in youngest first. The array of Christmas morning surprises was small. A new wii controller and game, a couple of board games, some books. These are the gifts that are for everyone to share. Individual gifts are wrapped under the tree.

As soon as the new things were examined and the stockings emptied, the kids began angling for present opening. Howard and I began the time-honored parental tradition of stalling and dawdling. We know that once the presents are opened the excitement of possibility is over. We made them all eat a good breakfast. Then everyone had to get dressed. Then we had to clean up the mess from the surprises. Then the stack of presents had to be moved from under the tree to the family room. The presents must be sorted according to who is giving the present. This way the giver can carefully hand the gift to the recipient. We take turns opening gifts to slow the process down and savor it. As it was, we were still completely done by 9 am. Once again the vigor of the children wins over the dawdling of the parents.

I’m not going to complain though. The kids were all just as happy to give as they were to receive. Each of us got gifts we were excited to have. And the gift exchange lasted long enough that it didn’t feel too short, but ended long before gift receiving burnout. The rest of the day went to happy play. There have been upsets here and there, but mostly we’ve all been enjoying our new things and enjoying being together outside our daily routine.

We had a Christmas dinner. It wasn’t a feast, just a meal, but I did pullout the tablecloth and napkins. We all sat down together at the table and I realized that we need to sit down that way more often. Sunday dinner would be a good thing to put back into our lives for 2008. Next on the agenda is curling up with the kids to watch Rattatoie and then bed.

Quote of the day:
At breakfast Howard was attempting to get Gleek to eat a few more bites of breakfast. He began to tell her that she would be a much happier girl if she had enough breakfast. He got as far as “You’ll be much happier today if you have–” when Patches interrupted “Presents!” We all laughed and admitted that presents would indeed make today happy.

We decided to liven up our Christmas Eve with a visit to the urgent care to check for strep throat. The good news is that no one has it. The bad news is that this tidbit of information cost $100 and two hours of time. But at least we didn’t leave empty handed. We determined that all the kids have normal blood pressure after they all begged for the nurse to use the cool cuff machine on them. And I got a fistful of just-in-case antibiotic prescriptions, which I will now file against future weekend or holiday antibiotic needs. If my kids get sick on weekdays I’m happy to take them to the doctor, but I’d rather give someone unnecessary antibiotics than spend $400 in emergency room fees to get a prescription.

The call to take everyone in to be checked was mine. I’m usually a better judge than this. But I didn’t want to be kicking myself on Christmas day wishing that I’d gotten the sore throats checked today. The trip was actually a cheerful one. Kiki grabbed the pair of Nintendo DS and I brought the wonderful mini DVD player that we were given last year. We managed to all stay occupied and cheerful throughout the visit. I’m counting it as family time.

Later tonight we’ll have our more traditional Christmas Eve events.

Today I did no business tasks. Instead I spent all day cleaning house, being with kids, cooking meals, planning ways to spend less money, and sewing. These things used to take up all of my time and attention. Lately they’ve only occupied a small fraction. Today I got an up close look at the results of this neglect. Nothing is disastrous, but I can see where I need to be doing better. I’m already planning goals for next year. I’ll make better ones if I look carefully at the things around here that need to be fixed.

Upcoming on this holiday season I was stressed and busy. I planned and orchestrated the necessary holiday chores right along with the business chores. The holiday was another thing to get done. So I accumulated gifts for the kids to give to one another. I then let the kids “go shopping” in the piles of stuff for their siblings. This accomplished the task of putting presents under the tree. Unfortunately it completely failed to teach the kids anything about giving. If you ask Link, Gleek, or Patches what they are giving to others, they can’t remember. They have no emotional connection to what they are giving. The point of Christmas is giving. In my hurry to put gifts under the tree most conveniently, I’ve robbed my children of the heart of the holiday. I’ve robbed them of the chance to hold a gift that they have carefully planned and watch someone else open it with delight. (Kiki is the exception to this. She selected and purchased all of her gifts with her own money and time.) It is too late to fix this Christmas. I think it will still turn out okay, but I want to make sure I do better with this. We have a year’s worth of birthdays coming. This time I will focus my organization energies on assisting my children to plan rather than on acquiring and planning for them.

I spent most of yesterday cleaning and mopping the kitchen. I realized as I wiped down chairs that I was cleaning up pumpkin spatter left over from Halloween. Today I assisted my children in cleaning their rooms. Among the bag of garbage I hauled out were piles of Halloween candy wrappers. I am dismayed that I’ve paid so little attention to cleanliness for almost two months. I am dismayed that at the end of two full days of cleaning there is still so much work to do. I am frightened to think what I’ll discover when I start scouring the bathrooms. I’ve been letting other things slide into the time that is supposed to be devoted to caring for my house. Rather than letting my time and attention be slurped into unnecessary internet surfing, I need to spend them on cleaning and requiring the kids to clean. Today was a much happier day because my kids had two extra rooms with play space in them.

Today I pulled out my big Tightwad Gazette book. Reading it helps me get back into the mindset of making my pennies stretch. I’ve spent the last two months focused on helping to bring in money. I’ll do that some more in the next months. But I’ve been neglecting efforts to make the money last. We have enough to get us through the next book release, but I’d much rather arrive at the next book release with money to spare. I want to pay down our debt on the house. If we can eliminate all the debt, we’ll have so much more freedom. I want to reach a point where I can loan large sums of money to people in need. I want to be able to do it on short notice and not care if I ever get the money back. I can’t count the number of times this year where I knew people in need and wished I had money to spare.

I need to put scripture study back into my days. I need to make my prayers less perfunctory. When I take the time to practice these things that I believe in, the rest of my life is far more balanced and happy. I need to share these things with my children as well, so that they can also benefit from the peace and focus it brings. A small investment of time in this area always makes a huge difference in how I feel about everything else.

The next three days have been declared business free. Hopefully by the end of them I’ll have rebalanced some of these things that have been out of order. Then perhaps I can pick up the business duties again with a better rhythm between the things I need to get done.

I don’t spend much time or energy anticipating the regular mail. It is delivered once per day, so once per day I go collect it and spend a couple minutes sorting the pile. Email is different. It is delivered as often as it is sent. I constantly wonder if something new has arrived in my mailbox, so I take a minute to click and check. Sometimes I do this even if I checked my mailbox only minutes ago. Any time I wander near my computer, I check email. Sometimes when I’m nowhere near my computer I wonder if new email has arrived and so I run and check. This means I’m checking email a number of times per day that is firmly in the double digit range. Most of the time the checking is pointless because nothing new has arrived, but while I’m clicking things anyway I’ll check livejournal and a couple of forums, neither of which have anything new either because I checked them the last time I checked email too. All the clicking results in the loss of 15-20 minutes that could have been spent on something useful.

So yesterday I tried an experiment. During the times of day when I’m supposed to be focused on house and kids, I turned my computer off completely. This way I could not fool myself into believing that it would only take a few seconds to glance at email. I got a lot more stuff done around the house than I have in recent weeks. And when I came back to the computer I found a batch of email that I could manage effectively in a little block of time. Amazingly, my email does not go bad if it sits unnoticed for an extra hour or two. I’m going to be turning my computer off much more frequently for the next few weeks. The kids are home and they need a mommy who will read stories and make cookies.