Today.

Just a few things to report today:

1. Max the Dog is sick.  Like loads-of-money-to-the-vet sick.  He has an infection.  We hope that he feels better soon.  Or at least stops barfing.
2. C is out of school today.  Again.
3. J is not.  Again.
4. Our entire house is a cluttered (and barfy) mess.
5. The The Room That Refuses To Be Tamed  continues to challenge me, but my goal is to wrap things up today.  Did you hear that, room?  Today!
6. It's difficult to get things moved to the garage and to make progress with my mountain of laundry when there is a barfy dog installed in the laundry room.
7. It's -4 outside so it seems wrong to make him stay in the backyard.
8. Yesterday, C decided that he wants to be a toy designer when he grows up.  We did a little research to see what he needs to do to make that happen and it looks like he'll be majoring in Mechanical Engineering and minoring in Art.  Once he has his big new job with Lego Incorporated, he's going to hire J and me as his assistants.  He'll pay us $10 a week.  $10 combined or $10 each--it's unclear at this time.  He did say that he'd pay health benefits so I think we're good to go.

Happy Thursday!

Mrs. Hen's Bad Attitude.

Greetings from the Snozarks!
Another day; another day off from school!
Oh well!

Yesterday, as I was working on The Room That Refuses To Be Tamed, I came across several books that I used to read at my Grandma Nina's house when I was little.  Books like...

and...

Mrs. Hen (by Godfrey Lynn & Elizabeth Webbe, 1949) had a few lessons to share. 

One morning very early, Henrietta Hen lay in bed and opened one eye.  She saw the sun just peeking over the hill.  Then she heard Rooster cry, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" and she knew it was morning.

Henrietta thought, "Everyone else is going to do something wonderful today.  But I shall do the same old things I do every day--cook the breakfast, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and go to market."  And she sighed a big sigh.  "I don't even want to get up."

The story continues without any improvement in Mrs. Hen's mood until she encounters a sudden storm on her way back from market.  She raises her umbrella and is carried away by the wind...

Meanwhile Henrietta was being lifted higher and higher into the sky.  But she was getting used to it.  She even decided that it was fun to ride along in the wind.  She was just thinking about enjoying the sights when--SWOOSH!...her umbrella blew inside out.

In an instant she was dropping like an arrow toward the earth below.  She saw the trees getting nearer and nearer, and in her fright she started to flap her wings.  Then she noticed that she wasn't falling any more, and she flapped her wings all the harder.

"I'm flying!" she cried.  "I'm a bird!  Oh, this is wonderful!  I shall fly, and fly, all over town!"  And she did.

And after her adventure...

Henrietta doesn't mind getting up in the morning any more.  She bounces out of bed clucking a jolly little song.  She hustles with the cooking, and hustles with the dishes--and hustles with the sweeping.  And she can't wait to go to market--

because now...Henrietta flies to market every day!

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I can't help but wonder if I can get carried away and learn how to fly...

It's Cold and I have a Cold.

We're expecting more snow today. 
I'm not excited about this.
It makes me want to cough.
No, wait--that's just my new cold.

Today I will continue working on my "guest room/craft room/home office/storage space" closet reorganization project. Here is what I started with:


Left Side

 


Top

 


Right Side



And this is where I stopped yesterday:



"Guest Room"



I'm having a hard time figuring out what to store where.  Maybe I'll find clarity today. 

But probably not. 

I don't see clarity listed as a possible side effect on my antihistamine bottle.

It Takes Three.

I have come to the conclusion that it takes three days at home together before we start to come unglued.  Unhinged.  Impatient.  Inactive.  Tuesday was pretty good, yesterday was excellent, today...not so much.

It takes three people to turn our happy little home into a somewhat dissatisfied pig sty.

It takes three minutes for me to trim my bangs into a style that would make a five-year-old girl cringe.  {Must remember to hide scissors from self}

Apparently it takes four days to get life back to normal after a snowstorm because my Snow Boys are off again tomorrow.

Heaven help me!

Snow Boys.

They decided to go outside.

We bundled.
And bundled.
And bundled just a little bit more.

They were outside for approximately 6 minutes.
They came inside.

We unbundled.
And unbundled.
And unbundled just a little bit more.

The moral of this story:  It is very cold.

The End.

It's a Gizzard Out There.

Well...the worst blizzard since the storm of 1912?
Not so much. 

I am predicting, however, that I'll have at least one more snow day with the man who forgets dishwasher detergent, but brings home donuts...

...and at least three more snow days with the boy who refuses to blow his nose and thinks a DumDum is a well-balanced lunch.

I am just trying to decide what to do next:  (1) Nap; (2) Read; or (3) Crochet. 
Perhaps a donut will help me decide?

Top Five Reasons I Love Preschool.

Reason #5:  It gives me time to read blogs and drink coffee without interruption.

Reason #4:  It allows an opportunity to read today's emails from Overzealous Student #1 and Overzealous Student #2.  (Note:  If you happen to be an online student and you want to develop a good relationship with your instructor, please don't send five emails regarding the Final Exam during Week Two of the course.  I promise that this is a bad idea.)

Reason #3:  Preschool allows a person the chance to paint things that don't really need to be painted.

Reason #2:  It is really, really nice to have two hours a day during which I'm not asked to make any meal/snack and I'm not required to make sure that this meal/snack is actually eaten by a child rather than a sneaky dog.

Reason #1:  I love preschool because my kiddo has fun there and (almost) always comes home in a happy mood.