Monday, February 4, 2013

Week 5

 The weather was frigid that school was cancelled.
 I did a lot of baking.
 And coloring with my little Picasso.
 That's homemade chocolate cake, and I could've eaten all of it.
 Chocolate mustache.
 Finally, the sun came out. Why are my moods so dependent on the sun?
 We celebrated Anna, a week late, but we celebrated anyway.
 Saturday mornings are basketball mornings. He's a good dribbler, and shooter, and he's really fast.

 Fresh snow and sunny day.
 First footprints in the fresh snow. I love the mornings after I drop the big kids off at school, and it's just her and me.

 I love the glittery, sparkly snow and the sun rays shining down on it.
And out of all of these pictures, I don't have any of Jacob. He's getting so big and grown up, and sometimes I miss him even though he's right here...does that make any sense?

*all of these photos are taken with my iPhone...of course.

Week 4

 Birthday preparations for a sweet 8 year old, who happened to be sick an entire week.
 Finally, a bright sunny day with blue skies.
 Still sick, but well enough to eat cake.
 She picked out colored hair chalk with her birthday money.
 Homework sucks...and so do gray, dismal skies.
 My little reader.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Week 3

My laptop is broken, my camera is broken, the xbox is broken, and I feel broken. 

Since when did all of our hobbies become so complicated and expensive and technological? I could go for some simple right now.

We're out of peanut butter. How in the heck do we run out of peanut butter in this house? It's a staple food, one of the main food groups for some of us. I didn't put it on my grocery list. And now it's -6 degrees outside; and I have 2 layers on the bottom and four on top and I will not be getting any peanut butter today. 

I spent hours and hours cleaning the house yesterday. Dusting and going through closets and drawers and organizing and today the house is trashed. I yelled at the kids that they need to start helping around the house because I just can't do it all by myself. My husband offered to help fold the laundry and I told him I didn't need his help. 

I'm teetering on the edge of discouragement mixed with frustration and I feel broken. 

I hate this weather. I hate feeling cold all.the.time. There aren't enough layers to keep me warm. I hate this time of year; this coldest time of the year in the gray and bleak and dreary and bitter cold. I feel like I'm drowning on dry land, and we're out of peanut butter.