We made it back early evening yesterday. The kids and Gracie did a stellar job on our 8 hour drive from Astoria. I'm always amazed at how well they do in the car. Good kids, all of them.
There are signs of spring all around - my daffodils are a good eight inches tall with fat buds just waiting to burst open. It makes me so happy. The grass is even starting to turn green. Winter in Spokane turns the grass a dreadful grey color - so I'm always thrilled to see it return to it's normal green color each spring. Of course, that means it's almost time to start watering again, which I hate, since we don't have automatic sprinklers. But it's okay. I'll water. The green grass is worth the hassle.
Spring Break is always a bit of a wake-up call for me. A reminder that my kids are not in school year 'round and I've only got two and a half months before summer's here. I organize our summers - doing 'summer school' in the mornings to break up the day and keep up all occupied and me sane... if I don't do this, the kids are bored by 10:00 am and I'm going crazy. But it's a lot of work to plan our agenda and even more work to implement it. I need to start thinking about it now if I'm going to be successful at all at making the summer a good one.
I have a zit on my chin this morning that is totally giving me the pointy-chinned-witch look. Not a good thing. It's red and swollen and nasty. I'll never understand why, at thirty-seven years of age, I'm still dealing with zits. Never had them as a teenager. But I've been fighting them for years as an adult. This one is really bad. I'm wishing I didn't have to work tonight. I'll be scaring people for sure with this baby on my chin. I find that people are particulaly polite when it comes to zits. Nobody mentions them - well, except for my kids. They have the uncanny ability to point out zits on anyone and everyone. I almost wish sometimes that others would point them out. Gently, and discreetly, of course. But I'd rather someone took me aside and said "Umm, you've got a whitehead the size of Montana on your nose" than walk around all day with it growing visibly on my face, totally unaware of the thing. So if you're with me, and I've got Mt. Whitehead ready to blow anywhere on my lovely visage, do me a favor and whisper in my ear. Then I can at least go pop it in the bathroom and relieve some of the pressure and social discomfort.
Wow - that was an interesting bunny trail.
Okay. I'm off to take the kids over to some friends' house to play.
Happy Friday, friends.
There are signs of spring all around - my daffodils are a good eight inches tall with fat buds just waiting to burst open. It makes me so happy. The grass is even starting to turn green. Winter in Spokane turns the grass a dreadful grey color - so I'm always thrilled to see it return to it's normal green color each spring. Of course, that means it's almost time to start watering again, which I hate, since we don't have automatic sprinklers. But it's okay. I'll water. The green grass is worth the hassle.
Spring Break is always a bit of a wake-up call for me. A reminder that my kids are not in school year 'round and I've only got two and a half months before summer's here. I organize our summers - doing 'summer school' in the mornings to break up the day and keep up all occupied and me sane... if I don't do this, the kids are bored by 10:00 am and I'm going crazy. But it's a lot of work to plan our agenda and even more work to implement it. I need to start thinking about it now if I'm going to be successful at all at making the summer a good one.
I have a zit on my chin this morning that is totally giving me the pointy-chinned-witch look. Not a good thing. It's red and swollen and nasty. I'll never understand why, at thirty-seven years of age, I'm still dealing with zits. Never had them as a teenager. But I've been fighting them for years as an adult. This one is really bad. I'm wishing I didn't have to work tonight. I'll be scaring people for sure with this baby on my chin. I find that people are particulaly polite when it comes to zits. Nobody mentions them - well, except for my kids. They have the uncanny ability to point out zits on anyone and everyone. I almost wish sometimes that others would point them out. Gently, and discreetly, of course. But I'd rather someone took me aside and said "Umm, you've got a whitehead the size of Montana on your nose" than walk around all day with it growing visibly on my face, totally unaware of the thing. So if you're with me, and I've got Mt. Whitehead ready to blow anywhere on my lovely visage, do me a favor and whisper in my ear. Then I can at least go pop it in the bathroom and relieve some of the pressure and social discomfort.
Wow - that was an interesting bunny trail.
Okay. I'm off to take the kids over to some friends' house to play.
Happy Friday, friends.
I'll point out your zits, if you'd like! :-)
ReplyDeleteOh my... I hear ya on the zits in the 30's issue... I hate it when that happens! I am sure you are delightfully beautiful anyways! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend! Hugs, T
Hey Cathy....
ReplyDeleteGreat photos from Astoria. I get to actually live and work here! I'm interested in these Tuesday self portrait ladies. What a cool idea. So......where is your zit photo?! :) just kiddin'
And don't feel badly about zits....it just means you're full of wonderful womanly hormones!