I'm not really sure where to start this. Today I'm using one of my "day off" gift certificates I got for Christmas (BEST gift EVER). So far, I've run to the grocery store for some cough medicine because I'm tired of waking up in the middle of the night and coughing for hours, then greeting the morning exhausted. I've showered. I've managed some of our family finances. I have a pot of coffee by my desk, NPR turned up loud while my family probably just finished Juniper's gymnastics class and is, as we speak, picking up our raw milk share "at the farm with the funny turkeys."
:: Life and emotions are such a yo-yo and parenthood exaggerates that fact. So one day I'm writing about this new independence, the awesomeness of 2 and 4! and the next day I'm beating my head on the kitchen floor (okay, not really). I take the liberty to get myself dressed and cut my toenails, then I spend the next two hours paying the price.
And then, the coin flips again. Hazel goes down for a nap, I find my zen. We're back to awesome.
:: Got an early start on leeks, basil and lupine. Tomatoes and peppers next in line.
Juniper choosing squash seeds: "This one looks like it has a lot of love in it."
Hazel, singing to the tune of Country Roads: "Mashed potatoes, take me home...."
Me: "We always eat dead things."
My man: "Mmmmm. Yummy dead chickens."
Juniper, in her classic third-person: "Juniper's not a woman. She's just a girl making pancakes."
:: Once the kids are in bed, lately, I've been spent. And yet the need to do something for myself is overpowering. All I could bring myself to do of late, is knit. I'll watch a movie and whip magic with two sticks and a length of wool. This here sweater is for me. (I told you I needed to do something for myself!) The first sweater-for-me in far too many years. The wool is handpainted "peaches" from Mountain Meadows wool. It was grown, shorn, spun, and dyed in Wyoming. Actually, it has never left Wyoming. Love that.