Month: January 2008

Small Business Accounting

I’d forgotten that the beginning of the new year brings with it a heap of accounting chores. I do the book keeping for our family and two small businesses. Today I tackled the 1099 forms for Blank Label Comics. Tomorrow I’ll do w-2 forms for Tayler Corporation. I’ll also have to file the quarterly 941 form, two sales tax forms, a state withholding form, a federal worker’s comp form, and a state worker’s comp form. The short description of all of that has probably made some eyes glaze over or triggered a pre-tax season mini-panic. I see it all the time when someone comes to me and asks about accounting or health insurance for a small business. I start talking and before I’m done they’ve got piles of new information, only half of which they’ll remember, and a firm belief that it is all very complicated and scary.

It isn’t. Honest.

Have you ever tried to describe to someone, who has never done it before, exactly how to ride a bike? You get bogged down in detailed descriptions of how to pick a bike that is the correct size. How to pick which kind of bike is best for their needs. How to lift one leg over to get on the seat. How to push against the ground to get the bike moving. How to push down on one pedal and let the other foot get pushed up. How to make hundreds of tiny weight shifts to keep the bike in balance. How to rotate the handle bars with your hands to steer the bike. How to squeeze the brakes to make the bike stop Oh and it all works better if you go faster, really.

Like bike riding, small business account sounds complicated and scary when described, but if you just get started it all begins to make sense and in no time you’re on a roll.

Turkey for dinner

Every year as we approach Thanksgiving, Kiki demands to know if we’ll be having turkey this year. Apparently she was permanently emotionally scarred by that one year that we chose to have a ham instead of a turkey. The ham Thanksgiving was 7 years ago now, but still she announces to visitors that we almost never have turkey for Thanksgiving. In the minds of my kids turkey is this amazing food that we almost never get to have. We did have turkey last Thanksgiving, but according to the kids, that didn’t count because we didn’t cook it at our house.

So in an effort to appease my children, and to create space in my freezer, I cooked a turkey dinner today. Since I was going to take the trouble to roast a 12 pound bird, I decided to go all out and do a full Thanksgiving style dinner complete with stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and rolls. It was a lot of work, but the dinner was really yummy. This was my first effort at putting Sunday Dinner back on the schedule. It went well. It was nice to sit all of us down at the table with a table cloth and napkins. Next week we’ll see if we can get napkins onto laps and work on appropriate table conversation. Tonight’s dinner discussion included far too many bodily excretions to be considered polite.

Tomorrow I get to tackle Family Home Evening.

Testing the limits

Gleek was over-the-top today. Every slight frustration was met with an ear-splitting shriek. Every argument was ready to be an all-out fight. And she spent a considerable amount of time being deliberately provoking to various people. I finally had to put my foot down. Link and Patches were playing a whiteboard game. Gleek kept using a finger to erase sections of what they had done. I asked her to stop twice. Then I told her that if she touched the board again, she would have a time out. She took a finger and touched the board in a clear space. It was a very deliberate act of testing the limits. She had done exactly what I told her not to do, but she was finally not damaging her brothers’ game.

Every time Gleek pushes at the limits I set, I have to decide whether or not to push back. Sometimes bending the limit a little results in a compromise that satisfies us both. Other times Gleek justs steps into the space and pushes against the limit again. and again. and again. Today she’d done a lot of the latter. I realized it was time to apply consequences. It is not that this particular limit was important, but the lesson that limits are to be respected is a very important one.

I picked up Gleek and carried her (yelling and writhing) to the kitchen. I sat her on a stool and announced that she had a one minute time out. She instantly hopped off the stool, but did not flee the kitchen. She is expert at just barely defying me so that I might let her get away with it. I put her back on the stool. She hopped back off (still yelling and crying.) I told her I was counting down from 10* and if she wasn’t on the stool when I finished, she had two minutes instead of one. She began to almost hop up onto the stool repeatedly. It was as if she was suddenly incapable of climbing onto the stool by herself. I got all the way to zero. Gleek had earned herself a second minute. I started counting down again. She tried her best to make me believe that she couldn’t get onto the stool. She earned a third minute that way before she actually got onto the stool. Then she turned all soft and small wanting nothing more than hugs from mom. I told her that hugs had to wait until the time out was over. Whereupon she filled the kitchen with top volume wailing.

Once the time out was over, I picked up Gleek. She clung to me with all her might. I sat with her on the couch and snuggled her close. With Gleek more than any of my other kids, I see how much children need and want their parents to set limits. She depends upon me to curb her behaviors when her impulses carry her away. I struggle to find ways to help her learn how to curb them herself. That’s why I wrote a story for her last year. I pulled it out again tonight and read it to her. She snuggled close and listened with rapt attention as I read how Amy gets carried away by her ideas and then learns to control them.
“Amy is like me mom.” Gleek said quietly halfway through. “I’m always in trouble too.”
I hugged her tighter, glad that she now has this story as a doorway to let us talk about these things. I’m even gladder that this book will finally get printed in the next few months. It’ll be nice to have a book to read to her rather than just loose pages. Hopefully the story will help her as she tries to curb her impulses that run wild.

*I always count down instead of up. If I start at one, the kids may not be sure if I’m headed for three, five, or ten. If I start from 10 and go down, they know exactly how much time is left.

Here and Now

Earlier this evening I was sitting here at my computer writing a bog entry. It was a whiny entry lamenting my inability to fit every single thing I want to do into every single day. Mid-sentence I was stopped abruptly by a strong wash of feeling. I needed to stop blogging and go downstairs to be with my kids. I did. It was not a major event. No disaster was averted, but I spent an hour sharing in an activity that they enjoy. I was there for them, completely present in the moment. Usually my brain is miles or days away thinking about other things.

I need to do more of this. I need to be centering myself here and now. I need to look around me, at the blessings I have, rather than constantly fretting over future possibilities. Happiness does not lie in the future. If I can not find happiness in my current circumstances (whatever they may be) then true happiness may forever elude me.

My life is full of wonderful things. Most of them are the same things that I intended to whine about in the earlier blog post. I need to step away from my computer and really see them rather than trying to see past them to something else.

Schedule shifting

I’m on day 3 of a new year. There are things I’m trying to do different, better. Last year was full of business, and schlock books, and writing. It had very little household or financial management. We weren’t complete spendthrifts, but our financial situation this January is not as good as it was last January. I spent a lot of energy last year trying to help bring in more money. But that left no one paying attention to making the money we have last longer. We’re not in financial trouble, but next year I want to look back and see our debt measurably reduced. I want to look at our house and see repairs rather than damages. I want to look at the kids and know that I’ve really done right by them.

It is daunting how many things I must help my children learn. Piles of stuff is covered in school. But I undermine that if I’m too distracted or stressed to make the kids do their homework. And what of all the things that are not covered in school? Simple hygiene for instance. Somehow my kids have not managed to learn how to flush toilets with any regularity. When they do flush, they often clog the toilet with enormous wads of toilet paper. And then there other things like bathing regularly, brushing teeth, changing underwear, picking up toys, washing hands, clearing food from the table, wiping up what you spilled. My kids consider all of these things as optional. Someone has to explain to them why these things are important. Someone has to be paying enough attention to require them to come back and do it right. Someone has to sit with them at dinner and teach by example how to hold a polite dinner conversation. Someone has to fix regular meals and require them to eat so that they have a clue what healthy eating habits look like. Someone has to make them go to bed even though they don’t want to.

Howard and I both feel like we need to be more focused on these things. We also need to be more focused on taking care of our own health. We’ve done lots of pondering and talking to figure out how to restructure our days to make it work. Howard is shifting around his work schedule to make space for designated family times. I am too. We have a plan and we think it will work. Only time will tell.

Unfortunately in this schedule shifting I have to curtail my attendance at writer’s group. I might be able to make an occasional meeting, but I can’t go weekly anymore. This makes me very sad, but it doesn’t change my decision because I believe the decision is the right one. Fortunately the group seems willing to let me be an absentee member and give responses by email. This is in no way the same. I’ll miss out on all the laughter and off-topic conversations. I’ll miss out on the camaraderie. I’ll miss hearing the stories about how everyone’s lives are going. I’ll miss the way that one idea sparks a different one as part of a lively discussion. But at least I’ll still get to read the submissions and maybe come summertime I’ll be able to shift the schedule in a way that makes room for me to go more often. Maybe by then I’ll have all this other stuff under better control.

I’ve already gotten started on the new focus. I sat down yesterday and made a meal plan for the entire month. This increases the likelyhood of me cooking dinner by 90% or so. Without a plan I spend an hour staring at the cupboards hoping that inspiration will strike and then deciding that maybe cereal is an acceptable dinner food after all. The meal plan also lets me shop ahead for the groceries we’ll need. In theory this lets me buy when things are on sale so we spend less. It also means I’m buying more ingredients rather than convenience foods, which is also cheaper. Next month I’ll just use the same meal plan with only a few tweaks representing the success or failure of attempted meals. It’s a start anyway.

A Kitchen Conversation

Gleek was doing her usually ping-pong ball imitation, bouncing randomly around the kitchen, when she stopped and turned to Howard.

Gleek: “What if it was SOCK Mercenary instead of Schlock Mercenary?”

Howard answered without even pausing for thought: “Then it would have to put on its shoes to go outside.”

Gleek, grinning: “What if it was Sock SHOE Mercenary?”

Howard smiling back: “Then it could go outside.”

Gleek, grinning mischievously: “What if it was Sock Shoe COAT Mercenary?”

Howard laughed a little: “Then it could go outside in the winter.”

Gleek, begins laughing as she speaks: “What if it was Sock Shoe Coat PANTS UNDIES Mercenary?”

Howard began laughing so hard he didn’t answer.

Visiting Uncle

I jerked awake to the sound of whispering children. “Let’s go see him!”
I called out “Let your uncle sleep!”
Gleek and Patches paused before continuing down the stairs. “He’s awake. There’s a light under his door.”
“Even if he’s awake, you need to leave him alone until he comes out. He’ll come out when he’s ready to play.”
Gleek sighed. “Okay. We can’t go in anyway. The door is locked. We’ll just watch.” And so the two of them went to set up their vigil on the door, ready to pounce on my brother the moment he emerges.

My brother has definitely earned this Desired Playmate status from my kids. I’ve never seen a man so patient and so willing to crawl around on the floor. Last night Gleek was teaching him how to play Monster in the Dark, which included howling and growling and my brother being used as a beast of burden. He played with a smile. I watched and remembered when this brother stayed with us for a month in 2004 while he was job hunting. Then it was Kiki and Link who set up a nigh daily vigil outside his door. Although their choices of games were probably more to my brother’s innate taste. They kept asking him to play chess.

I keep an eye on the play and sometimes I go rescue my brother. He does wear out, and with no kids of his own he’s not always sure how to make them understand that he is tired. He’ll escape upstairs tired and rumpled, but smiling. If anyone deserves to have kids, it’s this man. Unfortunately he first has to find a wife, which has been tricky for him. He’s a computer guy, very distractable and not very aggressive. And women between 30-45 who are geeky while sharing our religion can be hard to find, particularly in Florida where he lives. I wish he lived closer so I could help him network socially and meet more people.

At least this morning my brother has a door to retreat behind and lock. For most of the weekend he’s been sleeping on the family room floor because my parents had the guest bed in my office. Gleek and Patches assured me that they were not waking up my brother every morning by jumping on him. I knew they weren’t but I also know that a young child sitting nearby and trying to be quiet is one of the noisiest sounds in the world. Especially when “nearby” means “three inches away.”

My brother will be leaving today. He needs to travel to Idaho to visit my other brother before returning to Florida. My kids will be really sad to see him go.