What can I say here? I previously vowed to not blather on about my sleep woes with our youngest darling son. I guess I'll stick to that, because nothing I have to say warrants reading or repeating. I will say that I am an emotionally unstable person in the night hours, when I am not sleeping.
I think Milo has a cold. he's got boogers, and he's not sleeping. Ha, if that were the reason, how lucky would we be?That would mean after said cold is gone, that we could look forward to some shut eye. Ha. Monday is our day without scheduled plans, although I have been trying to see my friend Gina's baby for the last four mondays, with no success. And here is another one, snowy and glum, that I won't see her.
I made scones this morning to try and help me feel better, but that didn't work. I gave up on doing school work, and that hasn't helped either. Rowan has been a champ, doing the dishes and working with legos and I've been carrying Milo in the Ergo for about four hours, and it's only 2 pm. He is sleeping, but only when I'm standing, so that's getting a bit tiring. He's got a stuffy nose that fills up every time I lay him down. So no rest for the wicked like I always say.
My friend Megan's dog got mauled by a dog last week, horrifying for me even though I wasn't there. I think there are many kinds of sickness in our crazy world, but denial about aggressive dogs is a very dangerous kind. We know from experience, and I wish that there were some better ways to learn than by encountering that kind of violence. The owner doesn't feel she's responsible and you know, that's really messed up.(To put it in a family friendly sort of way.)
I think February is my least favorite month. It is the month that dismisses all justifications about living small and making do with what we've got. It makes me a person I don't like to be around, and bothers me by being flanked by at least one more solid month of winter. It just showed up and already I'm having issues with it, and this year it's a whole day longer than usual.
We were so ambitious this year, thinking that we could ski with the two boys. What a joke. The effort and time it takes to get up there and the effort and time it takes to get ready and the effort and time to get in 45 measly minutes of skiing before we have to sit tortured in the car by our two year old and baby in traffic is just heart breaking. I think I've just given up.
Not to mention the damn school work I've got. *sigh* Okay, the scones are helping a little.
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