One of those

Ever had a morning like this?

Yeah, me too.

A Memory

I've been overwhelming myself with the holidays trying to make things for our new friends in WA and get Christmas all ready for a 4-year-old who really believes in Santa, and it's exhausting. I'm about done with being a grown-up and would like a day off, please. Ha ha. But I've taken refuge in a memory of when I was in high school. I had this blocky low-backed chair that was extra wide and I fit in it perfectly with my legs crossed, or draped over the arms, or using the arms as a headrest, etc. Best chair ever. I remember one day I was reading a book in my chair (no idea which book it was) and sitting with my head in the corner of the armrest and the back and one leg draped over the other armrest and being so comfortable and completely content. I wouldn't mind another day like that.

I miss that chair.

Saturday adventures

This past Saturday Jeremy had to work. I've been dying to put up some Christmas lights so the kids and I got all ready to go to the store to pick some lights up and last minute I decided to go measure the deck railing so I would know how many to get. Mr. T dutifully accompanied me outside, we measured, and went back inside to write it down. Only we couldn't get back inside because the door was locked. The back door was locked, the sliding door still had the dowel in it and none of the accessible windows were unlocked. Brooke was in her carseat (tender mercy!) in the house. T and I went over to the neighbors to use their phone and called the landlord. He only has a key to the sliding glass door. But we found a window in the upstairs bathroom unlocked and rolled an oil barrel underneath it so I could slide in. Brooke was sweaty from being all bundled up in her carseat and crying because she wasn't with Mom but was otherwise unharmed. So, an hour after we got ready to get out of the house we finally went to the store! Where I made several copies of my key.