Oh hi! Guys. It me. Casually strolling into here after a few months of rechargin the batts. Not like, the computer batts… my batts, like my internal battery, not actually batteries, not like double A’s, like…. oh never mind.
Honestly, it was nice to take a little break from spewing my words onto the interwebs. As much as I love writing and sharing, sometimes a girl just needs a minute. Ya feel?
So, what have I been up to, you ask? Well, the past few months have been spent bundling my children. Yes, bundling. *The act of putting shitloads of layers on before going outside.* Bundling up, then bundling down, then back up, then sideways, then upside down, then again, and more, and two more times, in that order, but backwards. If you have no idea what bundling is, then I hate you. (JK I love you and can I come visit?)
Ok ok, so I also watched this past season of the Bachelor, but other than that my winter has been spent bundling. Of course I might be exaggerating just a bit (who me?) but I seriously do feel like a large part of my life these days consists of getting my kids prepared to literally open the door and brave the elements. This is something we haven’t ever really had to deal with until this winter since Portland never got this cold and the few months that we lived here last winter we pretty much stuck to the skyways. If you have no idea what skyways are, then I hate you. (JK I love you and can I come visit?) Our kids never had thick winter coats until this past year… and sweet baby jeezus they are a pain in my ass to deal with. (The coats, not my kids. Maybe.) Anyways, Crosby’s preschool is a half mile from our house and in the fall we’d walk 10 minutes to get there, easy-peasy. But since basically mid-October we’ve been driving because it’s just too cold. And it literally takes us 17 hours to bundle halfway, drive, get both kids out of the car, re-bundle, bring Crosby and Willa inside, drop Crosby off at his room, then take Willa back to the car, de-bundle, drive home, and throw all of our winter clothes into a pile and light them on fire and then go to Target to buy more winter clothes. What I’m trying to say, if it isn’t blatantly obvious is: wine me.
THAT SAID. It’s finally attempting to warm up around here and I find myself finally feeling slightly at home here? ::she says as breathes into a paper bag:: This winter has been a tough re-adjustment but it’s also made me appreciate my home and my sweet little family so very much. Our house….I’m still at the point in the relationship where it gives me the warm fuzzies. It just feels like a hug. And although the cabin fever is strong within it, this winter has meant lots of fun times with my family in our new home.
You’re like, what is this, a Lifetime movie?
So I’m going to keep this one short and sweet. So hi! To the 3 of you who are reading! How have you been?? What should we talk about??
PS my winter hands look like Voldemorts face.