When does school start again? Heh
Working with children in the house is like running the dishwasher with the door open. The dishes might get clean but the kitchen gets flooded in the process.
Oooh, that's good, huh? Just totally came to me, that analogy. Just right off the top of my head, it did. Maybe it will end up in some quote book someday! Hey, it could happen! Dash it all, you're not properly impressed!
Hypothetically speaking, of course. About the dishwasher. I'm the world's lousiest housekeeper but I haven't been *that* absentminded yet. Plus, the dishwasher turns off if you try to open the door in progress, I think. It's sort of like the washing machine that locks you out during the spin cycle. Safety features are usually installed after some disastrous accident, so I'm imagining the first owners of a washing machine tossing Fluffy in for the spin cycle or something.
Poor Fluffy. His sacrifice made washing machines safer for everyone. Rest in peace, little fella.
But enough about hypothetical analogies and pet manglings. Let's talk about me!
One of the things I've been trying to get done this week is a project for Retailers that I will teach in Holland in a few weeks. This will be my third trip over there, and I am very flattered that they keep inviting me back. I had planned to go to CHA, but this Holland trip is the week before, so I will not be at CHA after all.
Anyway, the conversation with John went something like this:
"Heidi wants me to go to Holland for a quick trip in January."
"They love you in Europe."
"I'm huge in Europe."
And then we laughed at our little joke.
Scrapbooking, you see, mirrors other creative industries in how you can be at the top of your game and then just fall off the planet. Not to say that I've fallen off the planet just yet, but I definitely feel "so 2002" a lot of the time. So many creative people. So much talent. So many outlets. So many products. Original ideas are harder and harder to come by. This isn't a "woe is me" post, though. I'm very fortunate to have had success and to have carved out a work-from-home career that I love.
However, it *is* the natural progression for aging rock stars and Baywatch actors to find new fame overseas. Perhaps scrapbooking is no different, and although my upcoming travels are both exciting and exotic, they are merely precursors to an uncomfortable truth. Pretty soon I'll be donning a life vest over my leather jacket, giving one last thumbs up "Ayyyy" to the boat driver, and waterski-jumping right over a shark.
It was only fitting, therefore, that John mock me about my insecurities in this area. We mock . . . because we love! Or something. He gave me this utterly unwearable but worth-it-for-the-hilarity tee-shirt for Christmas.
I really did crack up when I opened it, because it was very funny, that's why! My parents didn't get the joke.
In other home run Christmas gifts, we gave the kids "Toss Across". John picked it out - it's a tic-tac-toe game where you toss these little pink bean bags from across the room and try to rotate the plastic markers to X's or O's, depending on which one you're playing. To be truthful, when he put it in the shopping cart I secretly rolled my eyes and thought it was very lame. The lamest. It didn't seem like it would be entertaining. I thought they would be bored after a game or two. I thought Karl might be frustrated if he couldn't hit the target.
I thought wrong.
We all love this game for its utter simplicity and constant re-ordering of the board. Even with the greatest of aim you can't be sure that it will spin to your letter rather than your opponent's. Everyone wins a few, everyone loses a few. I didn't expect it.
I also didn't expect the game to bring out such impressive "trash-talking" among my 7-year-olds. Just the other day I was listening to their game from my office. Emma, who was playing X's, tossed a bag and brought up an O.
"Thank you!" Karl said smugly.
"You won't be thanking me when I win!" she replied.
Ooooh! Well played. Later on, in the same game, Emma tried to cheat while retrieving the bean bags, flipping one of the O's to an X. Karl caught her and said,
"Why can't you just accept your failure?"
Nice. They really ARE our kids!
So that's what's going on around here. I did get the class done, although it took me three days instead of three hours what with the constant interruptions, breaking up fights, making lunch, playing Crazy 8's and Toss Across, eating way too many sweets, etc. I'm ready for some normalcy.
Bring on the New Year, I say!
Bring on school, I say!
Happy New Year!
TPBQOTD (Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped!)