There’s not much I miss about being young and stupid, but today I was seized by a powerful urge to use the internet as I would have in the mid-90′s. I wanted to complain about the behaviour of someone that I found offensive, so that I could collect the good wishes and affirmation of people I may never meet, while hoping I don’t get called out for being passive aggressive.
In other news, the March Break flies by while I try to catch up on my laundry and other chores. I started painting the bathroom on Monday, and only really finished yesterday. That’s actually pretty good for me. The secret is that I held off on my usual second act with trim and ceiling paint. (Nothing brings out my obsessive-compulsive side like painting. I love painting and I love colour, but my drive to Get It Right means that I’m terrible to live with, as Mason will no doubt publicly deny but privately confirm.)
We are boarding guinea pigs (again) while Mason’s sister is in Disney with the family, so a sizeable chunk of my attention goes to making sure they get fed & cuddled. Complication: I am dreadfully allergic to them! We suspected it immediately, but confirmed it two days in when I unwisely handled them whilst wearing a t-shirt. The red raised blotches sent me into a panic, although both were quelled with a drink of water and an antihistamine. They’re cute little girls, and the kids love them. I’m glad I found out I was allergic before I decided to add one to our family, as I had contemplated last Christmas. (I got a piano instead.)
Sage has been here since the big snowstorm on Wednesday, which means that I’m trying harder to keep the kids amused than I might if it were just two adults and Her Most Demanding Awfulness. To this end, I dragged them outside this morning, hoping to enjoy the snow in the few hours we have with it. We made it all the way to the park, and the kids fooled around on the half-buried equipment while I made a snow man. Fortunately, they are equally distracted by the snow on the walk home, so it wasn’t a particular hardship to start the long trek home. Maggie clutched a dirty piece of ice and Sage wallowed in the snow banks like the puppy he resembles. Too bad it’ll all be gone by this time tomorrow, but then again, it was nice to play with so much snow while it was so warm. Downright comfortable.