I am suffering from the winter blahs. I am still taking pictures of my kids, and they are still adorable. I'm still making dinners and living for those moments after the kids are in bed that Adam and I reconnect and snuggle.
I am starting to paint and finding it fun, exciting, and difficult. Like, I start a painting and have such high hopes, then I screw it up and paint it over again. Little Miles is hungry and crying downstairs, and June just came up looking for me and I told her I was in a time out until I could be nice.
It seems like there is always work to do. And I'm always wanting to escape. I don't like posting when I am not feeling positive.
So as Toad would say to Frog, Blah! I'm going inside.