We are now one week into the new year and I'm feeling sluggish. Perhaps I'm suffering a hangover from all of last year's chaos. I'm not sure. I do know that all I want to do is sit around in front of the fire, snuggle up with a good book, and not talk much. As you can guess, that doesn't really happen around here. Still, it is a lovely thought.
Trying to get back into the swing of things after the hectic holiday and the school break always leaves me feeling a little lost. I feel like I am one step behind. It doesn't help that my little girl, who used to sleep for twelve hours straight at night, is now getting up twice a night and putting up a struggle when I try to put her to bed. Lack of sleep mixed with my chaos hangover is not a very good combination.
To combat my lack of ambition I am letting the boys run wild. Well. Not really. But I certainly am letting them get away with a whole lot more than I usually do. I just don't have the energy to scold right now. Probably a good thing.
This morning Tommy and Ben were being pretty sassy and instead of punishing them I sent them out into the snow. When I looked out the window I saw them doing this:
Why is it that the things I used to do regularly as a child now gross me out when I see my kids do them? All I can think about is how long those ice chunks have been sitting outside. How dirty they probably are. Ick. But. No matter. I let them eat the snow and ice until their hearts' content. I am choosing my battles and in doing so have found that there really are very few battles worth fighting. Especially when I am this tired.
Grace is sleeping up in her room. The boys are outside eating dirty snow. Joey is in school. And Todd is at work. Perhaps that book by the fire IS possible!
I think Grace just woke up.