Boyness Goes to Hawaii

I should really post this after the fact with some pictures, but I don't know if he's even taking any. As long as he's enjoying his time, I don't care how he documents it.

He left with my sister after her visit and will stay for just over a week. We video conferenced last night and I think he was MUCH more interested in seeing the baby than in seeing me. My feelings aren't hurt; I like that the kids are so attached.

When you take any one of the kids out of the house, the usual bickering cycle that they all set up together short-circuits and happiness and calmness tend to prevail (this is true no matter which child is removed). So I'm hoping for a week+ of very productive business creation time that I get to feel completely not guilty about, because it isn't like Boyness is banished; he's wanted to go to Hawaii for an alone visit forever and thrives on the kind of 1:1 attention he'll be getting there.

Paper, Paper, Everywhere

But not a contract to...um, bill? Advertise with? The saying fails me. Still, here I sit amidst piles of paper. As I printed out several hundred pages of user manual for the Department of Social and Health Services Provider One Enrollment (the actual enrollment takes place online, this is *just the user manual* weighing more than any novel I own, and I own some doozies) I thought "wow, how on earth could I need all of this paper to tell me how to fill in an online application? Turns out, I STILL have questions about what on earth some of their acronyms mean and how they apply to me (and yet I am assured they do).

My to-do list is extraordinarily long and boring to everyone but me (to whom it is daunting and somewhat panic inducing).

So, that's where I am. Like, forever.