Our van broke down the other day as I was driving the preschoolers after school. Luckily, my mom was in town, and I was able to pull into the driveway just as it died. We transferred everyone to my mom’s car and took Marin’s friend back to daycare that way. David was in a nearby town 45 minutes away, so it was lucky my mom was around. Turn out it was the water pump. $200+ in repairs. Could’ve been worse.
An internet friend lost a pregnancy, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I think I’ve decided that the reason I can’t find anything appropriate to say is because there IS nothing appropriate to say in this situation. I mean, there are LOTS of inappropriate things to say, but not the other way around.
I heard on the news the other night (which I never listen to, btw, but my mom was here, so it was on), that we’ve received 58 inches of snow so far this season, and we’ve received accumulation on all but TWO days in January. Currently it’s -10 degrees outside (at 7pm) and supposed to be -40 by morning. We need to go to the grocery store, and I’m kicking myself that I didn’t do it sooner. With such cold temps predicted, it might be a zoo there tonight… I think I’ll send David instead. Besides, the ass-dent I’ve been working diligently in creating on my couch is IMPRESSIVE. No use getting up to go to the store (and into the cold) MYSELF. (I love being married.)
My kids have been into making blanket forts the living room, which is a fun activity at first but always ends in frustration and tears. The forts fall apart or start sagging or there’s too many bodies in too small of a space. Everyone’s heads get all static-y, and static drives me CRAZY. Well, but MY hair doesn’t get static-y, because I’m not playing under the blankets, and it doesn’t drive me crazy (much) if the KIDS” hair is static-y. But in general, I’d like to avoid static. Anyway, today the girls amped it up a notch and made a blanket MOVIE THEATER, which actually kept them busy for a while (thanks to an old laptop that they drug in there and Netflix streaming).
If the girls lick their lips AT ALL when it’s this cold and dry, they get huge red rings– like a clown face– around their mouthes. And then they keep licking it, because it’s sore, and an even bigger red circle grows. I have to be diligent about putting Vaseline on their faces, or they look totally REDICK. And are, you know, in pain. I know that some people don’t want to put petroleum on their bodies, but DAY-UM if that stuff doesn’t work like magic, and in a mind-boggling short amount of time. I’m telling you, it’s like white lightning. (And now a piece of my hippie-self just died, because PETROLEUM. On my BAYBEEES.)
I’ve lost 6 lbs so far this month, but before you get excited you should know that I GAINED 6 lbs in December, the month otherwise known as “those 30 days where I was never hungry, not once, not even for one second.” Speaking of food, they should really invent a bacon that leaves all traces of its cooking self the minute it’s done cooking. Because the lingering smell of cooked bacon? It’s enough to make me give up bacon for life. Or at least cooking bacon.