It’s shaping up to be another busy weekend at Casa Simpson. Between dance lessons, birthday parties, skating dates and the usual grocery shopping/cleaning/baking extravaganza that seems to punctuate most weekends, we’ll be hopping.
Lisa has not one, but two birthday parties – one on Saturday and one on Sunday. Lisa just turned 7 and now all of her classmates are turning 8 (not fair! she cries in vain). The one on Saturday is a swimming party (indoors, obviously). FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, it’s bad enough that I have to worry about the summer swimming parties, now here’s one right smack dab in the middle of a Canadian winter. GAH! Is no one else paranoid of kids and pools? I mean, there will be 20 kids there. Sure, there will be a lifeguard and the parents of the kid, but that ratio is far too low for my liking. Are you with me on this or am I truly a nutcase?
I usually don’t mind shuttling my children around to birthday parties, as it usually spells at least 2 hours of time to myself between the time I drop off and the time I pick up. I usually spend it shopping or running errands, but at least I’m alone, which doesn’t happen too often on a weekend (or ever). The swimming party means that I’ll have to stick around, at least until the water part is over. At least the Sunday one is in the kid’s house (sensible parents), so I’ll get a little time then.
I was calculating the other day that I have spent $1,404 (lifetime) on Lisa’s dance lessons (probably because she needed a new pair of shoes and I got a deal by buying them used for $20). She does Highland Dancing, which Homer thinks is stupid (because he hates bagpipes), but I think it’s kind of cool. It’s different, there is an opportunity to compete at Highland Games across North America and Britain and there’s a very strong cultural connection. Anyway, my $1,404 investment has paid off (in Lisa’s eyes anyway) because she was asked to play a special part in her school’s opera (yes, opera) this spring. The details are a little fuzzy, but the gist of it is that she will be dancing the Highland Fling (holding birds?) while the main characters make googly eyes at each other. Eat that, Homer. Highland Dancing is going to make our kid a star!
A long time ago (like before Christmas) Artemisia asked me to post some recipes that were not ruined by substituting whole-wheat flour for white flour. I have a whole list of them, but keep forgetting to bring them to work where I write most of my posts. I’m going to make a concerted effort to get to that post this weekend, because everybody loves a recipe post, right?!
Have a great weekend!