First may I say that this is my new desktop picture. Yaaaaaay!
Tomorrow we’re going here. Which hopefully will appease
me the children after suffering a week home with frigid weather outside. Although at least there was a bit of bike riding yesterday, once the bitter, snow-to-sand winds abated. And soon it’s going to be 50 degrees and sunny? Who knew. My sinuses can’t keep up. So obviously a park excursion will also be in our short-term future, and the checking out of our neighborhood… lake? What? Apparently there is a lake. I know nothing more.
Also, we’ll have to join Sam’s Club this weekend and acquire a decent selection of proteins. Please and thank you.
I have many ideas for the children’s play room as well. Bright blue walls. A dress-up clothes area under the stairs – we won’t make Harry Potter sleep there. I want to make something like this – loosely. I have ideas. And we must acquire a new ceiling light fixture as well, something happy and bright. At the moment, it’s a bare bulb, which obviously is not acceptable. And let’s not forget the space heater, which has been ordered and is on its way.
Today we’re crossing fingers and toes and praying to God and St. Christopher (and St. Joseph, always St. Joseph, RE: the house) that we can acquire a functional vehicle for J.Lo. We are done fixing Monty Montero and are ready to bid him adieu. I can’t say I loathe, but I’m also not fond of, his green visage after two maybe three years of the Same Old Problem, fixed several times over and including a tow or five or six. We could have bought a new car with that money alone. For now, we just need something that runs. Or rolls while powered by motor, as the case may be.
Which also means we had to make some company-wide budget cuts and for now, we’ve nixed preschool. Grim but true. K.Lo will enter freeschool, i.e. kindergarten, in the fall anyway, and N.Lo can wait. They’ll not suffer, I don’t think. I might, a little. But for the most part once we made that decision, it felt like a weight lifted, which obviously means we’re doing the right thing. The Gut has spoken.
Although don’t ask me how, in the company of children, I’ll accomplish the 50-11 errands I have slated in the coming weeks: join a gym, find a pediatrician, visit the DMV and tags place, etc. etc. and more etc. We won’t ponder that ust jyet.
Love to you. Are we resolving anything in the New Year? Let’s discuss.