Ruby informed me this morning “If I hugged you really tight on your neck and you couldn’t breathe you would die.”
“Yes, I suppose that could happen. But it would have to be a really long hug,” I replied.
“Then I’d have to buy a new mommy.”
So glad to know I’m easily replaced.
Brady used to keep the area under the kitchen table clean. Then I bought lamb and rice food for her and she got picky. When the 5 lb. dog goes through one 40 lb. bag of dog food a year, I could justify the good stuff.
No longer. Next time, it’s Ol’ Roy. Maybe then the table scraps lovingly supplied by the kids would be more desirable.
In the meantime, I love to see Blaine’s cringe when I call for Brady when Pierce spits. Oh, it makes me laugh. I refuse to call it gross after seeing what the dog chews on outside.
How’s that for a glimpse inside the walls of this house? Oh dear.
Today’s white load contains five pairs of tights, pinned up to dry on the clothesline.
I’m not sure what amazes me more. The five pairs of tights or the 54 degree weather in January that allows for clothesline use.
I love them both.
We’re back to school today. After planning one week off and taking two, it was time. The break was wonderful.
Somehow I thought my house would be cleaner than this, having so much free time, but it’s not.
I thought I’d have my bedroom curtains made, but I don’t.
But the break was wonderful. Did I mention that?
We went to the zoo. We went to the library. We played games. We put puzzles together. Sometimes, rarer than I ought, I remember that these days are short and I choose the nobler thing.
Here’s to a messier house and happier kids. And a happier Momma. Because really, who has kids for the clean house value?
Dear Pierce,
I’m flattered, really. So glad you love me so much. But if you wanted to go to someone else, just for a little while, that would be ok with me.
My back hurts.
I really don’t know how you know so instantly when someone else has you. I’m sure that your sense of smell or whatever it is that alerts you to this will serve you well someday. I’m not quite sure how, but we’ll think of something.
Love,
Momma
Life has been chaotic lately. We’re off from school until Tuesday, and still, life is about as stressful as it comes. Craziness.
Blaine leaves for his yearly work trip to California this week. Getting back into school, co-op, and being alone – and so very not alone – isn’t something I’m looking forward to. Blaine will be gone for about three weeks. Trying to get things ready, feed for the animals and wood stocked up and split has Blaine hopping.
Pray for me and the kids, if you would? I rather hate Januaries. I never thought of myself as a worrier before, but life is getting to me right now. So not cool.
