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April is the cruelest ... well, you know

April is triple-witching wicked for me at work.

Tax season ... and every single year like clockwork, some client will call us on April 14, starting to think about making a contribution to an IRA ... la la la ...

Proxy season ... if you don't know what proxies are, well ... don't give them another thought. But I'm in charge of making sure they all get voted for our company. *hair stands on end*

Quarter-end reporting ... we generate formal reports for over 800 clients every three months. I get to do a lot of reconciliation, collating, and photocopying. (The collating and copying allows some good iPod time, at least.)

I stayed up till 11:00 last night glueing pictures and captions to Young Son's science project posterboard. (No ... I will not be one of those parents who does the project for him. But my his project looks pretty cool!)


This was yesterday's highlight for me:

We were walking to school. The sun was out ... the rain had finally let up.



"Can I hold your hand?"


We walk.

"Mom? Can I ask you a question?"

"No!" (Kidding.) (I said, "Of course.")

"In ten or twelve years when I go off to college, will you come with me?"

(Joy and stifled giggle.) "Honey ... in ten or twelve years (??) when you go off to college, if you still want me to come with you ... you ask me."


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Apr. 20th, 2006 01:51 pm (UTC)
Awww. That's so sweet.
Apr. 20th, 2006 02:11 pm (UTC)
(No ... I will not be one of those parents who does the project for him. But my his project looks pretty cool!)



Apr. 20th, 2006 02:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, the joy, it's so lovely!
How old is your son?
I'm just wondering how long that phase lasts -- you know, the one where they love and adore you? My daughter is 3 and I am savoring it.

Apr. 21st, 2006 01:19 pm (UTC)
He's 8 1/2. I'm storing up these conversations to keep me warm during the winter of adolescence. I think he'll still like us for about another two years. I've been told for girls the sh#t hits the fan at around nine.
Apr. 20th, 2006 03:17 pm (UTC)
April is almost over right? Hang in there. Glad that the kiddo is keeping you smiling!
Apr. 20th, 2006 06:15 pm (UTC)
Awww... Love that! :)
Apr. 20th, 2006 07:46 pm (UTC)
very cute

savor those times!
Apr. 21st, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Oh! So cunning . . .

My eight year old son stresses about college too. (His older sister is looking at them) I explained all about living at home and commuting if he wanted. That seemed to ease his fears. Especially after he confirmed that "commuting" meant he'd have to have his own car.
Apr. 21st, 2006 01:21 pm (UTC)
Isn't 8 a great age? They're not little kids anymore ... but they haven't hit the tweens. They can talk about college, then go to bed with a stuffed animal.
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