Ten months out of the year I love where we live. I would be very sad if we had to move from our town, our neighborhood, or our house.
March and April are the outlaws. I am done with winter. I'm done with snow. I'm even done with skiing (the men in this house are not, however).
I'm done with snow tires and using the snow blower. I'm done with icicles and I'm done with high heating bills. I'm done with snow boots and winter coats.
As a result, I have gone into survival mode. Hubby is out of town from Monday through Friday this week and I am anxious for some time out of the house...
with my winter coat on, of course.
As I'm sure all ten of you have noticed, I've been ignoring
the dishes the laundry the vacuuming the children my blog. Night time comes and you'll find me in the fetal position zoned out on the couch (with blankets over me, of course, because it is still WINTER!!!).
There have been plenty of bloggable moments going on around here, but I just have not mustered the energy to write about them.
Like just this morning when I accidentally swung a gallon of apple juice off a lower shelf of the fridge and smacked Squirt square in the face with it... yes, his mom gave him his very first bloody nose.
Mother of the year, I tell ya!
There have been birthdays and ski races and did I mention snow?
I'm turning the corner though. So expect my next post to be a bunch of random bloggy thoughts.
You missed me, didn' cha?