I wish ‘winter break’ came in sunny June when there is something to do other than paint my white floors with dirty, slushy snow. I feel the need to spare you from a colossal mistake called white wood floors. Unless you live in the pages of the latest issue of Scandinavian Home, have a full-time housekeeper, and are willing to sell your children on Ebay, do not and I repeat, DO NOT paint your floors white. Common sense, I know, but I lack sense on Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s. Unfortunately I painted the floors on a Friday.
Today is Thursday and should be filled with sense; however, my kids are on school break and want to know what we are going to do today. They also want to know if I’d like to play Monopoly again, if they can use my computer for video games, and if I’m done with this post yet. A certain blue-eyed boy hanging on my neck is the reason I have failed to type one descent post this week. Forgive him. He will be back to school on Monday when I will join the angelic Hallelujah Chorus.
We’ve been ice-skating.
Living in my town is like finding a hidden bag of M&M’s after the children are sleeping. It makes me happy. We enjoy ‘skate parties’ in the park, FREE of charge. The town provides a tote of skates to borrow and people bring snacks to share. I bake cupcakes, because kids like cake mix; however, one lovely woman brings hot food in a crock-pot. I’m talking enough chilli and ziti to warm your tummy when it’s fourteen degrees. She’s my new best friend. I even squished my size 8 feet into a pair of size 6 skates and hit the ice. I couldn’t resist, but after only two times around, blood ceased flowing to my feet and my shins were on fire. Maybe it is the result of small skates, but maybe it is because I haven’t been on the ice in eleven years. Doesn’t matter.
It’s been a big week for the figure skater turned hunter. He went to the eye doctor’s for the first time. The second he hugged a tree thinking it was me, I knew he needed glasses. No were not tree huggers in this family, we’re slug sympathizers.