Bo Peep Blog

Do you ever feel like the older you get, the funkier time flies?  Things like payroll usually creep up (What!?  Didn’t I JUST pay everybody?), whereas kid #1′s dance lessons are routine and feel spaced out (3 times a week, I should be used to them).  Days at home with sick kid(s) feel like they crawl by (can you have a nap now?  how about now?), but then all of a sudden, the month has crashed into the end of the calendar and we are onto the next page.

So here I am, two days away from April, feeling rather shell-shocked that March has ended.  Part of that has to do with how busy March was, of course – a quick trip to Vancouver for the Paralympics (a great trip, btw, that will never be forgotten thanks to the drumming dude at Thunderbird Stadium who liked the way my son danced with him and so gave him a t-shirt that fits me); another trip back to Vancouver to buy for fall; home in time to see kid #1 and hubby off to Smithers for a Nancy Greene ski race while I stayed with kid #2 and our lovely LOVELY colds (we invested in Kleenex and are watching those stocks like hawks), and multiple family birthdays…most of which we remembered (sorry, dad).

But April should be calmer, once we get past the Easter festivities.  Which will be kept to a minimum this year, as kid #1 has informed me that I could have an Easter egg hunt for the little kids, as she’s “too old this year”.  She’s 8.  Really?  8 is too old to run around like a crazy girl, looking for chocolates?  Actually, I didn’t realize there was an age cut-off when it came to running around looking for chocolates.  After all, I have been known to travel great distances, seeking out good chocolatiers.  I dragged my family from Pier 39 to Ghirardelli Square last year – in the San Fransisco rain – only to be shrugged at once we got inside the chocolate store.  How I ended up with these people for family, I can’t say.  But I do have high hopes for my son, who so far, hasn’t met a chocolate he doesn’t like.

The Easter bunny would like chocolate, please.

I think I’m ready for April.  I’m certainly ready for spring!  I have mentally said sayanara to my skis and am ready to break in some new running shoes – once this cold clears up, ahem – and drag my bike up from the basement for a tune-up.  Good-bye, March.  It’s been a crazy, fabulous month…and now it’s time for daffodils and tulips (if the deer don’t eat them all first.  Ah…life in the north.)