Some Days....

Some days, my system is shit. Some days it's forced, doesn't flow well at all, its messy and chaotic and stressful and in need of a re-vamp.

Some days I should have just opened a can of Campbells soup rather than making my own.

I should have dressed us all up in winter stuff and headed outside despite the dreadful weather.

It starts with something small, like the bread knife being at the bottom of the pile of clean dishes left in the sink from last night and having to either put the dishes away or try and dig around in it to pull it out, neither of which sound appealing. That small thing feels huge and from there everything else just unravels.

The muffins that every single person had to help with that turned out so so bad (wtf old fail safe recipe, wtf??).

The fighting with little friends that were just here for a nice coffee/play date.

The messes and the nobody wanting to pick them up.

Some days, I just shut the bathroom door rather than putting all the stuff that Jace took out, away.



Exactly.

Some days when Jace goes down for his nap, I turn the tv on for Maizey, then sit down with the last of the espresso and relish in the quiet.

Today is one of those days. The messes can wait, this quiet wont last long.

Making Valentines - In Pictures

Happy Valentines Day

Sunshine And February. And Lost Pictures.

Days like these, I'm sure, are why we live here.

(AND NOW PRETEND THIS IS A REALLY GREAT PICTURE OF THE RIVER AND THE MOUNTAINS AND THE SUN SHINING)

(FOLLOWED BY SOME PICTURES OF MAIZEY AND I ON A WALK ON A BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE-Y DAY)

(I  just went to transfer the pictures off my phone to the computer and clean my phone off, because the 1500 pictures on it were really slowing it down and somehow in the transfer and confusion of me doing it myself, which I never do and always make Brian do and from here on out will FOREVER make him do because clearly I suck at it, I lost the last two weeks of pictures. I don't know what happened. there is a lone tear sliding down my cheek as I type. This is why I hate technology. Also, why I am drowning my sorrows.)

I don't want to say too much and be *that guy* that goes and jinxes the (mostly) beautiful weather we have been having. Oh man, it feels good to wear shoes and light jackets and no toques. Although, at the same time, February is the shittiest month to buy produce ($3 for a head of crappy lettuce?? yikes), so there is that reminder, that yes, it is still winter. Funny, I told my mom that we have almost no snow and then proceeded to take my computer to the door and show her (we were on skype). Oh she laughed and said I will show YOU no snow and then turned her computer. She won. But it feels like no snow. I mean, we can see out the windows and it doesn't take five minutes to back out of the driveway, what with trying to see if any one is coming down the street past the snow banks, so basically, we don't. 
Jace in particular is loving this. He wasn't (isn't) great at walking in the snow and he refused to keep his mitts on, yet cried and cried and cried when he didn't have them on, so it was like being in a giant, fresh air, torture chamber when he was outside. He is much happier now.

Just one sunny day and I was revitalized. I feel like it isn't the best sign when Brian makes comments like, wow, you're happy.  As if it's like some illusive emotion that I haven't expressed in awhile or something. Whatever.

I sometimes get caught up in the crappy parts of living here. The outrageous prices of everything. The rain. The not-so-small-town feel it seems to be adopting. The fact that I am so far away from my family.
But then the sun shines on a winter day and I reminded that there is good in living here and I just need to work a bit harder to see it sometimes.