It's 39 degrees here and I have the windows open and a fire going. That's totally normal, right?
The boys and Jim have gone to see "Meet the Robinsons." I'm here alone. The house is weird without them here. The dog is glued to my side - even he feels the emptiness.
James got a new hamster after Little Bit died. Her name is Little Bear, and she's precious. Except that she's totally not cool with us being near her. I cleaned her cage on Friday because it stunk, and I tried to show her that I was being friendly. She reciprocated by biting the $hit out of me (it bled forever and hurt like heck for 8+ hours), and now I call her Maneater and don't look forward to ever cleaning her cage again.
I have taken up quilting, and must now look into finding a "Quilters Anonymous" group to join, because I'd rather quilt than eat, sleep, or (surprise!) clean. I even dream about quilting.
I registered Logan for Kindergarten on Thursday. My heart broke into a million pieces when I realized that he's not a baby anymore.
Logan says a million cute things a week that I want to write down but never do. And he's going to outgrow each thing he says, and I'll forget all of it, and that makes me sad.
James used to say all sorts of cute stuff that I don't remember any more. That makes me sad too. He's very big. When did that happen? How can 10 years go so very quickly?
Blah. I have PMS and thought I'd just type a few quick things while the house is quiet. But instead, I got on the thing of the kids growing up and now I'm crying. I hate hormones.