Really. I'm not going to whine this morning. The sun is out and shining gloriously on all this snow that just keeps coming and I've just had some delicious coffee and so I'm not going to whine.
Not about all the laundry I have from Ellie barfing in the night all over herself and every pillow and animal in her bed. Then barfing again in my bed, on towels this time, but 4 or 5 more times and choosing to do this on the same night that Tate gets a fantastic bloody nose.
Not about how tired I am because I can't seem to be NOT sick for at least two weeks now...first my throat, then my chest, now my nose.
Not about how I have become "that" mother.... you know, the one who is perpetually late and forgets to return the library books on time and loses her preschooler's "All About Me" poster for school and has to ask for another because we never did it in the first place, and the one has to pick through the dirty wash for a load of underwear and socks or we could never leave the house.
Not about how I am currently having a panicky identity crisis because I will likely soon be out of a paid job, (It doesn't pay much, but it puts gas in the cars) which leads me to question what I am going to do to help us out in the short term and then leads me to question what I am going to do eventually when the kids are all in school.... what DO I want to be when I grow up?
Not about how I am incredibly OVER being cold.
Nope. I'm not going to whine about any of those things. Instead, I'm going to switch a load of icky laundry, sit with recovering Baby Girl and pop Please Don't Eat the Daisies in the DVD player until it's time to get Tate from school. I might even make more coffee.
And, if anyone is still reading after all my non-whining, you can look at some pics from Dad's workshop. I'll try not to be so chipper next time, I know it can be annoying in the morning ;-)