Bits and bobs

So, my parents have been gone off and on for several months now. That's means I've played the part of Official Single Mom. We've had some good weeks, we've had some really fun times, and we've had some downright awful weeks. The past two weeks were particularly hard. I don't know if it's worth going into the details. It could be an interesting piece of family history later on, but it could also be a major complain fest--which is something none of us needs. 

One thing I've learned is that I can't expect to have everything go the way it's supposed to. I feel like not enough butter spread thin over a piece of bread. I can't reach all parts of our lives all the time. Sometimes we eat nothing but ramen noodles. Other times we scrape the drawer for something to wear but everyone's hair is curled. Sometimes we have chili and cornbread but we can't see the floor because there are too many doll outfits covering it. There is a lot of pressure to do it all and be it all. I know we are all feeling it. It's very difficult to prioritize when we have so many ways to spend our time. 

In other, unrelated news, it snowed quite a bit here today:


The cars were outside because the girls have turned the garage into a bike arena. I wasn't complaining--the bike arena has produced dozens of hours of entertainment and creativity.


This poor dude lost a lot of branches off some really beautiful, old trees. The main street in town looked like a tree graveyard.


The church, which is right across from Leah's school, also lost some branches. 

Hannah insisted we have a snowball fight. This is how it went:

*Leah stayed inside and watched Spongebob
*Hannah told me where to stand in the yard
*She spent a few minutes making a snowball
*She threw it at me
*She barked if I tried to move

I think we'll work on how to have a snowball fight. I actually tried to show her the real way--when you throw snow at someone and run away--but I hit her in the face. She thought it was cool. 

Cool? Get it?!



Comments

Jennifer Walker said…
I really admire you for hanging in there on your own--you're fabulous! I also can't believe how much snow you got in Mapleton--crazy!
October 8, 2011 at 9:28 PM
Julianne Howes said…
I'm still thinking of you always my sweet friend! I know it's probably not anywhere near easy to do this all alone, I admire you for trying. The girls know you love them and that's all that they need. Hugs.
October 13, 2011 at 7:07 AM
Unknown said…
Thank you, ladies!! Your support goes a long, long way.
October 13, 2011 at 8:45 PM
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