My mom called tonight and asked how much snow we had. I said, "Huh?" Then I looked out the window. Yep. I was taken by surprise. Didn't know we were under a winter storm warning. Was blissfully unaware - well, not too blissfully. Part of the reason I was unaware was Sam had the stomach flu... and now my gut is rolling and aching and I'm belching to rival my husband after a chili night.
I'm in denial.
I'm not getting it. I've got airborne and yogurt. Not getting it.
Our life has been filled with intense drama these last few months, and amazingly, it seems to have increased over the last couple of weeks. Rumors portrayed as fact, misunderstandings, sickness, my PC computer completely crashing and sucking up WAY too much time. All little stuff in the grand scope of things, but with the uncertainty of where we'll be in a little over a month's time it's begun to wear on me. So, thank you for the invite, stomach flu germs that Sam coughed up on me, but I do not have time for you. Get lost.
Amidst the moments of unpleasantness have been great times of laughter - as usual, caused by my children. Lately, however, Anabelle has been very poetic - almost philosophical in her comments. Saying things like: "Life is for making memories," "Always bring your own sunshine," "Dance even if it's only to the music in your head." She is a highly intuitive child, but still! Then I busted her sneaking into my stash of Dove chocolates. If you're not familiar with them, they make the creamiest, tastiest dark chocolate in existence AND they always have a little message on the wrapper. I'm so not used to my five year old being able to read! Little stinker.
She's got good taste in chocolate, though. That's my girl!
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