I want to be finishing up Galen’s birthday sweater. His birthday is in three weeks. I only have the sleeves left to go, which should be easy, except I’m always afraid to take it out and start working. He keeps popping down at night, for all manner of reasons. I really think that there is some sort of conspiracy amongst my children to stop me from getting a decent night’s sleep ever.
Beyond Lyme Disease reads rather like a school report, but there is a lot of information in it. I’m sick of trying to be informed. Trying to find answers. Trying to get better. Bleh. So much of life wasted on something I would prefer to ignore. But can’t. sigh.
Bark is fabulous. The younger kids and I have been working with it on Woods Day. The older boys can already identify all the trees in our area, dormant or not.
I’m trying to get back into the habit of daily walks. We need it. I need it.
Iain, Elijah and I are working on a large project for Galen’s 10th birthday. I have no pictures of that. We work on the one night of the week when he’s at dance. We run around like crazy people every moment that he’s away. Just a few minutes before he walks in the door, we rush about packing up saws, sweeping and dusting off sawdust and generally trying to hide every sign of our efforts. We try not to pant as all causal like we greet him, behaving just as though we spent the evening lounging about, leisurely cooking dinner.
We’re trying to convert a section of our upstairs hallway into a little mini-room, a cosy-creative nook just for him. It’s supposed to be a surprise. We’re kind of trying to do a custom pre-fab, sort of thing. We’re making all of the pieces in chunks so that they can be rapidly installed on the morning of his birthday while he’s on a little outing. There are so many ways that this can go wrong, but he’s going to be absolutely thrilled if all goes right.