Monday, 20 January 2014

The long road to Spring

We’re more than halfway through a new month of a brand new year and you’ll be comforted to know that nothing much has changed around here. Mornings are still harried as I race against the clock to get myself and two boys out the door looking our parts: me – business casual, them – ready for running, jumping and whatever they do that has worn out the knees on just about every pair of pants they own, all the while remembering everything it entails: a packed lunch and backpack, dry mittens, hats, zippers and snowpants, homework and signed notes, and often, a toy or well-loved stuffy to bring the familiarity of home to where they spend their days.

Many mornings go as smooth as these things can, meaning I’ve used minimal bribery for cooperation, I’ve not had to yell (too much) to be heard, and our goodbyes are said without tears or resentment.

But many mornings have been the exact opposite of this.

Our nights fare about the same: pick-ups spent gathering wet mittens and hats, slapdash dinners from whatever we remembered to put on the grocery list, homework and note-signing, bath-times and bedtimes, and a generous glass of wine to tie it all together.

Always a glass of wine.

Since I posted last, I’ve read halfway through two books, built three Lego vehicles, straightened out four junk drawers, donated five bags of clothes, and ice skated for the first time in almost 26 years. I also started drinking more water, and watching The Guardian on Netflix.

Two words: Simon.Baker.

It’s that long, hard part of winter and I’m doing my best to make the best of it. By practicing radical self-care (as Anne Lamott calls it), I’m hoping to cheat the system. I’m cleaning and purging, organizing and hydrating, reading and sticking to my routines. I'm also staying far, far away from sugar and cuddling the kids as much as I can.

And if I can remember to do it, I’m thinking good, wholesome, positive thoughts. Sometimes it's the only way to neutralize the winter blues.

One morning last week, I woke Naveen up, and held his sleepy little body on my hip.  With his arms around my neck he asked me if it was the weekend yet. It was only Tuesday. I kissed his head and tried to think of a way to answer that without making it sound like Saturday was eons away. 

It sure felt like it to me.


Santa left Jenga under the tree for Deaglan. We played the intended way a few times but he found more fun ways to use the wooden pieces.


Please ignore the empty raisin box. And the empty playdough container. And the unswept bit of floor.





That's a tiny Lego Mutant Ninja Turtle on top of that tower.
 Leonardo, to be accurate.


There's been lots of time spent in our favourite pajamas.


Lots of time spent watching our favourite shows. With Raphael.
 
Are you impressed with my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle know-how? Naveen always is...he asks me at least five times a day who my favourite Turtle is. I always say  the same thing. Hands down Michaelangelo, Dude!

 
And I got to wander a thrift store for a few hours to start this gallery wall.
 
What about you, what are you doing on these long cold winter days? 
 

5 comments:

Tracy Mercer said...

So today I left for work and forgot to pack Jamie his "lunch" which is actually his dinner for work...the poor kid goes to school for 2 classes in the afternoon..then immediately off to work from 3-1:30 and I FORGOT TO PACK HIM A "lunch" to eat at 8 pm tonight...thankfully he works for the same company I do and I could drive the 3 kms home at my lunch time to pack him a meal and bring it back for him to pick up in my office...even at 18 it doesn't end...and though I felt guilt and he let me feel it too it sucks to be a working mom!! My 2 have survived and so will yours!! You rock MOM!!!

Kim said...

You are a wonderful Mom Trace! Hope that big boy of yours is counting his lucky stars!

Barbara said...

Ah in winter I just try to keep my sanity and survive. I'm not sure if it's the fact that it's dark when we leave and dark when we get back that it just all seems so depressing. I think his way to play jenga is way more fun!

Kim said...

I hear you Barbara ...so depressing. And our winter lasts forever it seems!

Secret Agent Woman said...

I think when you have young kids, you have to let go of the idea of getting a whole lot done outside of family/parenting stuff. WHich is okay - it passes in the blink of an eye.

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