Not so today. Okay, sort of so. Does that mean I just need more days? Maybe one day is not enough. And then I think "Ooooooh, I could give them up for Lent!" but if I'm excited about giving something up, maybe that really isn't a sacrifice, you know? Maybe I could give them up AND perform a sacrifice. Yeah...maybe something like that.
As usual, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Just...blah.
Like, I can't finish the taxes because some forms haven't arrived and the taxes being ufinished makes me think taxestaxestaxestaxes insert angry face here; just discovered I don't know where the title to our van is so the little refi we're in the middle of is starting to be more trouble than it's worth; and then every time I turn around, I find another article about some terrible thing going on in the world.
And nothing is even WRONG! So many people are enduring so much and because I'm so grateful, I feel extra bad and guilty. I know we're called to be hopeful and I know this is The Enemy working hard to bring me down (seriously. Last night I actually, just for a few seconds, considered writing a post called "Top 10 Reasons I Suck". Hey, that's super healthy!) but I can't seem to figure out a way out of this FUNK.
This afternoon however, right before another dumpin' of snow, it got up t 31.8 degrees Fahrenheit and I did say "All ye children who are mobile! The baby is napping so to the out of doors we go! Nay, small one with the tears in her eyes, you may not play with play doh right now. You may put your coat on. Oh yes, at some point I will probably let you watch something, but that point is not now, oh no ma'am it is not. I'm serious! Put yer boots on, child!" And that felt pretty good.
|turning the playhouse into an indoor skating rink|
|goin' on an icicle hunt, gonna catch a big one...|
|"hmmmm....not too shabby"|
So maybe more of this, then? More of this outdoors business? More of this social media silence? More of this catching up on Downton Abbey? Yes. Definitely more of that third one. Also, send me some good, happy things if you have them, will you?
Wait! Baby feels left out. Here...
|madame suspicious-pants strikes again|