Forgot the grid meeting this month. I set it up, made sure the meeting place was open, near the month’s grid and wasn’t to be overcrowded at the designated time. Then, life happened and I didn’t make it.
Actually, I may have made it in a somewhat late fashion had I not been strapped to a baby under a pile of boxes and plants. Yes, it’s an excuse. I am calling uncle. I have too much on my plate.
List of things I have tried to keep on top of this month:
· Newborn (gotta be on the top of the list, right?)
· Moving abodes (within the same city but still a sweet sort of hell)
· Grid Project (with that comes a website and gallery showing)
· Childcare Subsidy argument (I lost)
· Taxes (what? I can’t hear you)
· Baptism for Eliza (had to find a church that wouldn’t make Franklin break out in hives, don’t ask)
· Bills (Telus and BC Hydro can suck my balls)
· House Guests (most of it a help, some of it not – no, I’m not telling you which was which)
· Selling of furniture (anyone want a vanity?)
· Buying of furniture (we are officially adults)
· Handling utility and address notice
· This blog (had to sneak it in here somewhere, don’t feel bad)
· Making of meals (Lordy, I made a Martha recipe the other night)
· Garden (we will supply the island with brussel sprouts this year)
· School (AEG grades rock my world)
· Keeping up on emails (everyone seems to afraid of bloody flickr)
· Thank-you notes (I can’t find them!)
· Baby announcements (still trying to correct those mofos)
Jesus and Mary Chain! Looking at that list makes me feel super human. Okay, I can officially cut myself a little slack. Last time I pushed out a human just making it through the night was an accomplishment.
And it’s not that Dickson is a low down dirty lay about either. He was finishing school and now he’s in MUST FIND JOB mode. Yes, he must because my maternity top-up ends in July and then, my dears, we are poor.
Not living on the street trying to find a cardboard box poor or trying to fight our way to get a cup of rice poor but we will be scrapping. On the bright side, there will be no more private school to pay for – except for the money we already owe them…