INSIDE OUT

Yep, that's me. I'm a sloth and I can't get out of my rut. I wake up, dive for the coffee beans, sit on my butt and hope the kids don't ask for food. But, alas, they always do. Then I somehow dream about the kitchen magically producing a nanny to come and clean up all the mess... put the dishes back to the sink, clean off the table, put all the UNeaten food in the compost, do some dishes, clean the counters, sweep the floor, clean the chairs, wipe up the spills, and put away the food back in the cupboards and fridge. Oh the mess.

What does it mean when someone is called "optimistic"? Is it because they seem to always see the glass half full? What on Earth does THAT mean? I have usually been one of those who would be called, "optimistic". I doubt it's something I've been born with. That theory has left the building a LONG time ago! It must be how we're raised then? But, I have a feeling it isn't that simple. I think that a child grows up being much like the mother or much like the father. This seems simple enough. Yet, think about that for a second! What other options are there?

Today we are buried in snow. Approximately 30 cm of snow fell overnight last night. It's fun. It's still the beginning of the season so I really do enjoy these first snowfalls. All toasty warm in the "luxuries" of my oil-driven warmth (oh, how I would love a woodstove), the esthetically pleasing fireplace keeps us well within our fondest memories of melodies with chestnuts roasting. Nonvegan eggnog and nonvegan Bailey's were on the menu for me last night. :) This is the time of year where this House Vegan allows for certain memorabilia to intoxicate her system. None for the kids though.

So, who knows what's happened here. All I know is that I was bed-ridden for NINE HOURS yesterday. No word of a lie, it took me FIVE MINUTES to get from the door of my bathroom, to the toilet to pee! I couldn't even bend down to put the seat down! I had to ask B to graciously help me. What a man that B is. He had to come home from work. The pinnacle and when I knew this was bad, was when the kids got into the freezer, took two dark chocolate bars and had a hay-day! I couldn't move. I wondered earlier, if something important happened, could I move to do anything about it?

Well, today has not been a good day. My camera broke. It's horrible. The worst part about it, is this is the third camera in less than four years!! Cameras are not cheap! Both times, before this particular morning, were my fault. Sand, as one incident and a spilled sippy cup in my stroller, the other. I suppose I'll take the blame for this one as well. I had the camera on a shelf. Usually I put it away in a cupboard. The kids love playing with the camera and it wouldn't be rare to let them play with it, under our supervision of course. So, they see a camera, they want it, they go for it...

Music... I don't talk much about it here. I will be more in the future. I am such a procrastinator. Probably why I haven't done anything with my music. I'd also like it to just fall on my lap without effort. Not gonna happen, I know. That sucks.

Today is a blogging day! I've been in "tomato-stake" mode with the kiddos the past couple of days. All seems great again. N is still a bit whiny, but, she's coming out of it much faster! They are laughing, playing, imagining, being creative (what a pair of kid's scissors and some old magazines can't do), and just really loving life.

I just cannot tell you how crazy this is!! I've had sore wrists ever since I got pregnant and who knows whether it was nursing or WHAT!??! BUT, I've seemed to have been depleted of some strength. Well, other than the pre- and post- natal yoga I've been doing since having S, I haven't done any power yoga. Then, a friend invited me to a group yoga for people in their community and let me tell you, power yoga is different... and it's great! The very first time I attended the class, I thought I might never be able to stick with it. My wrists hurt so much, I couldn't do some of the poses.

My mother in law, after listening to my often endless chatter, encouraged me to blog about coffee. I am a lover of good coffee... again, thanks to my mother and father in law. I remember a time of often-mistaken-for-good coffee that Tim Horton's had to offer me. I think it was more like the double cream and double sugar I enjoyed so much. Well, after having quite the aversion to anything bitter during my second pregnancy (or was it my first)??? ...I became a coffee connoisseur. Actually, I'm nowhere near the expert drinkers my In-laws would be. As a matter of fact, I should be encouraging my mother-in-law to blog about coffee!!