Month: March 2007

When I see this I find it so hard to remember that we live less than two hours from Manhattan. To say it’s a different world is an understatement. I drive by this barn several times a week, and for the last three years I’ve been waiting for it to collapse. It hasn’t yet. Inside there’s an old couch in the loft (which you can see if you view the photo in a larger size), and there’s also an old camper on the ground floor. I’ve tried figuring it out, but I just can’t. Rural decay at its finest.

I wish I could take photos of sweet little crocuses or daffodils poking their heads throught the ground, or of an eager vinca flower climbing up the foundation of our house; however here in New York the only thing you’ll see outside on the first day of spring is mounds and mounds of snow from last weekend’s storm. The closest I could get to some spring flowers was steeping a tea cluster to make it bloom.

Obviously, I made it to work. I really should be pinching all these customers who are not wearing green. I’m not even the least bit Irish and look at me! And no, I’m not drunk. I really just like wearing tiny hats. I will, however, be enjoying a frosty pint of Guinness when I get home tonight.

May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven
half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.

Seriously. (That’s our car, by the way). Right about now I’d like to give a big f— you to winter. I’ve had it. Between the ridiculous amount of snow we got yesterday and the huge drifts because it was so windy, we haven’t been able to get out of our driveway. So, I wasn’t able to get to work this morning. We’ll see if I can get down there later. It’s supposed to warm up in the next couple days so hopefully it will all melt away, but it still pisses me off. On the upside, if I can’t get to work, at least I have enough Bailey’s and Guiness to get me through the day. Sucks.

Likewise, never underestimate the power of a Jacuzzi tub! I felt so horrible last night, that as soon as the boys were in bed, I filled up the tub, turned on the jets and almost instantly felt better. (My tub is the one thing I really will miss if we ever sell this place). I had been so achy all day and suddenly it all started to melt away. Ahh… I crawled into bed around 7:30 and almost instantly passed out. I was up a few times during the night, but all in all I got a decent sleep and I feel so much better today. Still coughing a bit, but I am nowhere near as cloudy and exhausted as I was yesterday.

Both Jake and Noah are under the weather today. Noah actually asked to take a nap around 8AM, which is highly unusal for him, and he is still sleeping! As luck would have it, though, I didn’t even have to argue with Jake about why I can’t send him to school (today’s activity was “dinosaur eggs” — whatever that means — and he was totally looking forward to it). But since this snow storm is supposed to come rolling in this afternoon, I just got a call that they cancelled preschool this afternoon. Wow, that made my life so much easier! So they’re just staying in their PJs today, and resting.

And of course, because I said something, the wee one has woken up. Still, a two hour moring nap is pretty remarkable! Hopefully it’ll have made him feel a bit better. Poor guy.

Indeed. To follow up to my last post, I finally got Noah to go to bed without screaming around 4 and he slept until 6. The worst part of last night was that while Noah was wide awake playing with the Aquadoodle and light sabres, I was alternately shivering or sweating and coughing like mad. During his big one hour nap today I was able to lay down a bit and I think my fever might have finally broken. While I’m totally exhausted, I can actually concentrate on something like reading an e-mail, which I wasn’t able to do this morning.

I did drag my sorry ass out to the Elementary school to register Jake for Kindergarten, so that’s done. He has his screening in May.

Otherwise, I have done as little as possible today. Jake has been awesome, rubbing my legs and offering me his stuffed toys. Noah is a huge pest crying about everything. Sigh… About three hours until Drew will be home. I hope the time flies.