Having had two children in April (on purpose), the same month that tax returns are due and that Northern California weather starts permitting, nay, demanding
trip-taking and visitor-hosting, means we’re doomed to have an
inhumanly busy month each year, especially since we’re big believers in hosting
giant birthday parties and also since I can’t resist a complicated, well-executed
April Fools prank.
Leaving Danger and concluding an epic job hunt (about which more in a later post) during the same month only meant that our utterances this year of our traditional April mantra were more frequent and prompted more easily than before:
“You need to shave.”
“In May.”
“Aren’t you coming to sleep?”
“In May.”
“Can you answer the phone?”
“In May.”
Addendum: Now that it’s the first of May and it’s possible to contemplate some of the things I’ve been putting off, among the other things that start today is my latest push to reach my target weight of 150 pounds. At a pound a week I can (coincidentally) reach it exactly on my birthday.