So, the sun shone today. THE SUN SHONE TODAY. It’s amazing the effect some blue sky can have on a person because the grey December skies are trying to kill me. And they’re succeeding. They make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Although the Saskatoon road conditions also make me want to do that because DO WE HAVE EVEN ONE SNOW PLOW IN THIS CITY? AND NO I AM NOT GOING TO LET THIS GO BECAUSE IT IS FREAKING RIDICULOUS. I mean, I’m not expecting my street to get plowed, since it has never — in the two years, five months, and seven days we’ve lived here — ever been plowed. Even though it currently has more than a foot of snow on it. But main roads? SHOULD NOT have MORE THAN A FOOT of snow on them FIVE DAYS AFTER the snow fell. And when the roads DO finally get plowed? They should not get plowed BACKWARD, during RUSH HOUR. Seriously.
I’m done now.
In the real world, the grey skies make me not want to do anything that requires leaving my bed. Or my couch. Or my house. And I want to eat ALL THE THINGS that are bad for me. Although I did quit diet coke. Six days and counting. But, um, I kind of fell off the wagon yesterday, so, one day. And counting. Mr Christmas (aka Noah) would love to have our freezer overflowing with Christmas baking and the house overflowing with Christmas pretties, but I’m just not into it. I really don’t like (secular) Christmas at all. Music? Decorations? Baking? Presents? I could do without all of it. And yesterday I told Liliana that Santa Claus is not real. I am a horrible, horrible person.
In the internet world, the grey skies make me ignore my inbox, privatize all but a few months of my blog archives, strongly consider blowing the blog up entirely, and abbreviate my Facebook name as much as possible in an attempt to become a little more anonymous. I fight disappearing completely all day long.
Also? I’ve been reading Twilight. I KNOW. I hate myself. I’m a sucker for self-destructive behaviour. But for once, I found a movie that is better than the book. The first Twilight book? HORRIBLE. The movie? Also horrible, but at least it had A PLOT LINE. The second book was better. The second movie still had terrible acting, but had some action. The third book? Even better. More action, less vomit-worthy EDWARD IS SO BEAUTIFUL! than the previous two books. Maybe the fourth book will be void of AND EDWARD IS SO BEAUTIFUL? One can only hope. But as much as I think they’re horrible, I also can’t stop reading. I’m pretty sure every Twilight book is laced with CRACK.
In news of things involving better taste, Noah and I have been going though Boy Meets World during the few moments our children are concurrently unconscious. We own the first season and have been getting the next ones from the library. In light of the whole Girl Meets World thing, it just feels like the right thing to do.
And in the Things That Suck category, all the kids are sick. With different stupid things. Kaylie spent Tuesday and Wednesday at home with a headache and sore throat. Liliana’s voice is hilariously hoarse. She puked all over Noah on Tuesday night (because she couldn’t stop coughing because she couldn’t stop crying) and peed all over Noah on Wednesday night. The latter is not sickness, but he is sure nervous about what tonight holds. Preston has had green snot flowing from his nostrils for about a week now, and woke up from his nap on today with grooblies in his eyes. FANTASTIC.
OH! But in SUPER GOOD news? I finally sent out the rest of Preston’s birth announcements this morning. He’ll be 20 months old in five days. I rule at life.
And then I asked Noah to proof-read this post and he told me that it’s kind of whiny. So I hit the Publish button anyway because that is what I do.