That’s what has had me strung out for nearly a week. Paint colors.
That’s pretty sad, actually. #firstworldproblems
I was asking my husband last night why it seems that women are at times so aesthetically challenged at times that they can manage to get so hung up on the colors of the wall. He looked at me dead on and said that he didn’t have the foggiest idea. I believed him. He has been passively listening to me talk through the process of choosing paint colors. Listening to me rant about which ones intimidate me. Which ones don’t sit right with me. Which ones seem too boring and bland.
It’s spring here. Oh thank the heavens above, it’s spring. Which has been wonderful. The sun has been out a lot more as of late. Which is good, since sun > rain. The temperatures are remaining pretty steady in the mid 60’s. I’m not sure what the barometric pressure is up to, but I think that you get the idea that basically, it’s spring time up in here and we are loving it. We have been keeping busy with having lunch outside. Going to t-ball practice up the road. Visiting the park. Playing in the yard. It’s been a good, good thing.
Except for the fact that I already have houseflies….and that I had to kill an ant in my kitchen last week…and three mosquitos that landed on me in the yard…and found a tick on me the other morning.
That’s the trick. When the leaves start waking up so do all of the little annoyances that this wonderful season can muster. I’m still not going back to January, and you can’t make me.
We have done a tiny bit of spring cleaning so far. Don’t get too excited for me yet, we still have a lot more to do. If you didn’t already realize, we have some painting to do. The kitchen and our dining room to be precise. On top of sorting through the kid’s clothing and getting rid of what doesn’t fit anymore. And just a good scrubbing for the house in general.
Am I going to get off of here and go work on any of that?
You already knew that, didn’t you?
Jerry is nearly done his first year of school, which is ridiculous. I’m so proud of him. He has done so well and seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it. Jerry and Clara will celebrate their birthdays in a little over two month’s time. I will have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old on my hands before July comes. I don’t know how that happened.
Jerry was just asking me the other day if baby carrots came from mommy carrots. Clara likes to take books to bed to snuggle with. How is it not always going to be like this???
Today, Clara decided that she didn’t want her third birthday to come. “It’s too big for me,” she said. And I kind of agree. But how amazing it is to watch them grow. To go from holding them, to holding their hands to starting to let go because they can do. Three does seem too big for her, but I told her that she had to keep going. As much as it wrenches me on the inside, they both do, they have to keep going.
You just won’t catch me saying that very often. Don’t want to encourage this kind of stuff, now do we?