I have had the hardest time getting out of bed lately. I don’t know why, because I’m pretty sure I’m getting enough sleep, but just throwing off the covers and getting up has been such a struggle.
Today Vicki and Lexi are walking home from school by themselves for the first time ever. I will be okay, I think.
My goals for today are simple: wash the towels. Fold the towels. Feed the children. Clean the bathrooms. If I accomplish all that, I will feel good.
If I accomplish more, well...let’s just stick with the basics.
Vicki needs a new swimsuit. Badly.
I just read a post on another blog which reminded me that I need to do an ode to Dizzy Bear on here sometime soon.
On Tuesday I was going to make a really fancy Indian-style chicken and rice dish from my new monstrous cookbook. I chopped the onions, peppers, and garlic, heated the oil in the pan, and pulled the chicken out of the fridge. Upon opening the bag, I discovered that the chicken was no longer edible. Ugh. We had macaroni and cheese instead (but from scratch and using a monstrous cookbook recipe, and with diced ham in it, so I don’t feel too bad. But that chicken sounded sooooo good.)
That was a roundabout way of explaining why my house smells like onions every time someone opens the fridge.
Hoodies are comfy.
I really, really, really love Josh Ritter. Really. Just so you know.
I was freezing all morning and I just went downstairs (which is always at least 5 degrees cooler than upstairs) and discovered that someone had turned the temp on the space heater waaaaay down. Dang kids.
I wonder if it irritates my facebook friends that I post a link there every time I update my blog. But if I didn’t, how would they (you?) know when to come read?