Anyone already going completely stir-crazy after only the first week of self-quarantine?
After “homeschooling” for a week (and I’m using that term super lightly, as I am NOT a teacher), I’ve come to the conclusion that the Coronavirus was obviously created by teachers and spread so that we knew, firsthand, how damn difficult their job is on a day to day basis, and we will give them a million dollars a year to actually teach and put up with our kids. Feel free to spread this new conspiracy theory. #truth #yourewelcome
This is an especially bummer time for all this to be happening, since our entire family’s birthdays are in March. I’ve had to cancel Harlow’s birthday party, which she’s handling like a champ, and we didn’t get to leave the house for my husband’s birthday. We’re all sick of being at home. My husband isn’t a good relaxer on a typical day, but being stuck inside is eating him alive. I’m a homebody, and even I am climbing the walls.
So, what have we been up to?
My husband has heard of states closing schools for the remainder of the school year, so we’ll see what happens here.
In the meantime, wash your hands, keep your distance, and apologize to a teacher. They might be willing to release the antidote.
On the way to school today, Harlow said, “It seems like only yesterday you were turning 40… and today you’re 41. Time goes so fast. Some years go faster than others…”.
Like… um… had my dad or grandma or some other relative from the other side channeled themselves through my 6 year old? It was hilarious… and slightly eerie.
So far, I’ve had a great day. Nothing extraordinary, but that’s just how I like it.
My day will end with presents and the opening of cards I got in the mail when Harlow gets home from school, and a dinner at my favorite pizza place.
Life is good. Here’s to another blessed year.
Technically this is from a few days ago, but… close enough.
This idea came to me recently, and while I picture it for a baby shower for a little girl, it could be used for so much more! First birthday parties, Fancy Nancy birthdays, maybe even a bridal shower! I just thought it was so cute and fun!
Have a Fancy Friday and a Wonderful Weekend!
When it rains, it pours. We all know what that means. Life lately has thrown some more unexpected curveballs that I just had no way of anticipating. While still grieving the loss of my dad, it just sometimes is overwhelming and my anxiety is at a previously-unheard of level, but I’m holding it together. In appearances, anyway. So what do flowers do when it rains? They soak it up to be used when the sunshine finally comes back out, and then they bloom. That’s all I’m praying for.
I feel like I say this every year, but this is the longest January ever.
Keep blooming, lovelies!
I’m just going to admit it. I’ve been on a rampage this season. It’s almost as if the heartbreak we suffered this summer is making me determined to have a PERFECT Halloween, and a PERFECT Thanksgiving, and a PERFECT Christmas. I have been stressing myself out to new levels I didn’t know existed. I wake up in the middle of the night panicked about my never-ending to-do list of gifts to buy, and make, and send out in time. It is, quite frankly, ridiculous. But I also think this must be part of my grieving process. My quest to make it a joyful season for my family. (I’m not the kind of person to inflict my stress on my people… I’ve never been good at sharing.) That all being said, I have been pretty happy with my progress, and the things I’ve made this season, and I finally feel like I’m at a place that gives me some breathing room and a chance to relax.
Since the snow hasn’t been cooperating, I never got to do my Christmas Unicorn Princess session… c’est la vie. See? I can roll with things! Sometimes… So I had to improvise for Christmas cards and move it inside, with a beloved, but much smaller critter companion.
I have a lot to be grateful for. I have a supportive and loving husband, a healthy, smart, beautiful little girl, a healthy, sweet puppy baby, wonderful family and friends. I have a home, and food, and joy. I am healthy. I am happy. My heart is full. Still healing, but full. I hope this holiday season allows your heart to be full as well.
Merry (early) Christmas, and may the coming year be YOUR year, whatever that means for you.
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