This Monday-after-spring-break thing is the WORST. Over-tired babies who won’t nap, snow and dark skies that make me so depressed as much as I try not to let it bother me, a kid who tries to pull the wool over my eyes, and a PLEASE PLAY AGAIN on my Roll Up The Rim cup (that I got for free with a winning tab)(SEE HOW IRRATIONAL I AM?).
Noah had warned me that it might snow this weekend. I was okay with it. I’m totally ok with it snowing up till my birthday in May, because it usually does mid-April, both here and in Terrace.
Sunday I woke up and looked out the window and just shrugged. Snow’s okay. No big deal. Just put on an extra layer. (Although, I wore capris, because I wasn’t going to let a little snow deter me from my spring wardrobe.)(Capris and tanks are my FAVOURITE.)
By the time we were in the van on the way to church, Noah asked me if he’d done something to make me angry. I hadn’t even noticed myself fall into a depressive coma. I looked at him and told him no, it was not him. He knows me well enough to know that the next logical answer was the weather. (And the fact that I’d forgotten to take my crazy pill the night before.) Also, working late the night before and going to bed at midnight instead of my usual 8:30pm bedtime probably didn’t help either.
I hate that the weather affects me so much, even if I try to prepare myself for it. It’s really frustrating.
By the time Noah was off work on Monday, I was doing better. The sun had come out and most of the snow had melted. I made us a couple of my famous (in our house, anyway) fried egg sandwiches (maybe I’ll post about them) to tide us over until the kids were in bed (my favorite time to eat things the kids won’t like anyway)(and Liliana won’t be around to say “that’s yucky”)(not that she gets away with saying it, but, you know, someone calling your food “yucky” isn’t so appetizing) and then I went for a run. I’d picked up some things from M&M Meats (we like them) I made a side of these potatoes.
Pinterest really annoys me sometimes, what with the beautiful GIANT rooms I will never have and the wonderful wonderfulness that I will never be and the term/phrase “DIY” (“do it yourself”)(IT JUST BUGS ME, OKAY?!). But, there are some things I really love about Pinterest, like recipes. I like that there is always a photo (as a rule, I do not make recipes unless they involve photos). Anyway, my point is, you need to make those potatoes. They are addictive. And yummy.
Speaking of Pinterest, I picked up a bunch of balloons today to decorate a bit for Liliana’s birthday. (This and this and maybe this.) She loves balloons. We didn’t do much (or, anything) for Preston’s birthday because he had no idea it was his birthday and I will take advantage of that as long as I can because I’m a bad mother who doesn’t celebrate first birthdays beyond a song and a piece of cake. Liliana has been looking forward to her birthday every single day for the last 357 days. It needs to be SPECIAL.
Noah’s always showing me things because he rules at the internet. Maybe I should get him to do a post every week with the things he finds. Hmm. Anyway, he showed me this tonight and I could just not believe it. Did you know that the Titanic was real? Not just a blockbuster movie? Seriously! It was! And these people just found out. (FYI: a bit of cursing in that link.) I was fascinated by the Titanic when I was a kid (still am) and the fact that some people do not know that it actually happened? Mind-boggling.
He finds tons of things that make me laugh out loud. I think I may just have to hire him.