I hate the cold. I hate being unable to move three feet from the heater because otherwise my fingers will drop off from frostbite. I hate having to pay SeventyHundred dollars for my power bill. I hate not being able to spend any time outside for fear of freezing solid. I hate the dark days. I get S.A.D. And I get it BAD.
But I hate being trapped inside with two very active and very bored pre-schoolers even more.
Ella lovin' on some rocks
Felix writes the initials of all his friends in the dirt.
"This is the T-Rex bone and this bit is the thing that shoots out water."
Basil loves wool. REALLY loves wool.
So today we ventured outside as soon as the temperature got above ten degrees (at midday) and the wee-uns played in the Digging Patch and I sat in the sun. Then we went for a walk to the op-shop, where of course I found things to buy, and then took Felix's trike to the bike track and playground.
It wasn't so much Serene and Not As Bad As It Could Be, but that is far too long a post title.
Except for Basil. I think he was rather serene indeed, sucking on that wool. If you know what I mean.
