The house is quiet. I can hear little man in his crib beginning to babble himself awake. But he’s settling in to catch a few more zzz before it’s officially time to rise. I love this of the day. The rhythmic breathing of my husband beside me almost lulls me back to sleep. Then I remember.
It’s been a dreary many months. It’s been cold and wet and cloudy. I, for one, have been in need of some sunshine.
I have a date today. He’s a tall, handsome, older gentleman with envious silver hair. He would be described by those of his generation as a silver fox. He’s retired and treats me well. He buys me dinner every Sunday at his favorite restaurant.
It’s dark and dreary and way too comfortable in my extremely comfortable and ridiculously overpriced bed when the alarm wakes me from a dead-to-the-world kind of slumber. Continue reading
I think all parents hope their little ones are kind and polite. With that in mind, we have been teaching McK the magic words please and thank you. She does very well and even tosses in a you’re welcome every once in a while. Last week she said, I’m sorry to her shoes because she put them on the wrong feet. As a parent and a teacher, I couldn’t be prouder.
It rained last night. Not the gentle soothe you to sleep kind of rain. But the type of rain that tosses a floodie into a panic. Streets were watched to be sure the water was draining down the sewer. The radar was checked to see if the worst of it had passed. We briefly chatted about how we really should have installed the new sump pump last week. Fingers are crossed that there is no lake under the new house this morning.
We battled over her skirt this morning. Who knew that an-almost-two-year-old could have such strong opinions about a skirt? I chose the wrong one. Her choice was much too short. How is a too short skirt even an issue already?
It snowed the other day. And although it is March, this is Chicago so it isn’t that unusual. Snow happens and the world moves on. I have always loved the snow, especially if I do not have to go anywhere. Somehow the neighborhood seems quieter and warmer as if it is insulated.