Right before I sat down to write this, I was making 20 copies of color and shape sorting worksheets for the pre-schoolers in our co-op tomorrow and packing my extrabag (all one word) with art supplies and an ergo and seven shirts that can be worn as smocks. Because you just never can tell with 3 and 4 year olds.
Before that I was sweeping the kitchen. Before that I was loading the dishwasher. Before that I was packing snacks and laying out the little kids' clothes for our early departure tomorrow morning. Hey, 8:15 is early! It totally is. You can't convince me otherwise.
Before that I was tucking Cecilia into bed. Before that I was nursing my back on the sofa thinking "oh my gosh....I forgot to blog. Stupid posting seven days in a row. Stupid internet." Because remember: rule follower. I won't just shrug and be all like "no one will notice if I only post six times..." even though NO ONE WILL NOTICE IF I ONLY POST SIX TIMES.
Issues, man. I gots 'em.
Which is all to say: keeping a house going is sometimes sooooooo booooooooooooring. I mean, you barely stayed awake during the above yammering. Which is why sometimes I don't blog. Because you don't want to hear about how I used a magic eraser to clean the outside of the bread machine, do you?
Anyway, normally I'd just link up something for Theme Thursday, but today's theme is "fences" (which I totally thought said "feces" the first time I read it) but guess what? It was freaking cold today. And windy. So windy! White out conditions this morning, in fact. Like- schools cancelled, North Dakota winters of ye olde times white out. Please, someone knock me out until late April. That way I can be warm AND skip lent. Hollah.
Instead, look at this "bird feeder" we made, courtesy of this week's bird packet.
So now our leafless maple tree is sporting this fine specimen, both halves of the peeled clementine that used to reside within, a jar filled with (now frozen) orange juice and an entire piece of bread shoved onto a twig. And zero birds. Classy.
Et voila, an entire post about nothing. You. Are. Welcome.