I'm back. I've been back one day short of a week and we're having our second snowstorm since my return. Ah, February. After a week in paradise, I can't complain. Well, recent evidence has shown that in fact I'm entirely capable of doing so. I have received surprisingly little sympathy from friends to whom I have complained. I can't imagine why.
The pain of return has been softened somewhat by a great pajama dance party tonight with Dan Zanes and friends at UMass. We went, we danced, we sang along (we were encouraged to do so even if we didn't know the words--I love that guy). There's something about his shows and music that make me feel like I can be a mama and can still be cool and political AND share a fun experience with my kids. When I was a kid I remember going to see Pete Seeger. Kind of like that. If you've got kids and you have a chance to go see him, do. A nice way to spend a leap day.
In other news, I've become the world's slowest knitter, crawling along on various projects and doing nothing worthy of any real comment. We got a Wii and I've been having fun playing baseball with the kids with that, though the knitting slowness seems to be more of a knitting funk than anything else.
I'm off Sunday for a 24-hour whirlwind business trip. No chance of yarn crawling, but with so little knitting going on I have no excuse anyway. That's about it from here. Now I can get through the rest of the winter by fantasizing about the next school vacation, in April, when we're going to Disney again. We might just survive.