Wednesday, January 17, 2018

At Least the Floor Is Mopped


I woke up this morning (after waking up again and again at night--thanks so much, Poppy) feeling it was going to be one of those days that will feel useless. Or rather, one of those days when I feel useless.

And so, as a reminder to myself that I still do things even on days when I feel like I can't do anything, on this useless-feeling day, I have done the following:

Packed lunch for Cubby and Charlie.

Fed everyone breakfast.

Washed Poppy's diapers.

Washed and put back on the sheets from Cubby's and Charlie's beds.

Went outside with Jack, even though it was ten degrees, and swept the new snow off the front steps and the Honda.

Fed Jack lunch.

Vacuumed upstairs.

Swept and mopped the upstairs floors.

Kept a baby alive and relatively happy, which requires things like nursing, changing diapers, shaking rattly things, etc.

I also read some books to Jack and even built a Lego thing for him, which is something I usually resolutely avoid.

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Aaand, A. just walked in the house and said, "You look sick." I am not sick, but apparently I look that bad. Swell.

Over and out.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Sleep Deficit Ahoy


You know it's getting bad when you have to literally open your eyes with your fingers in the morning.

Babies are fun.

In other news, it is currently 56 degrees and raining. Freaky. That will change to ice, then 6-10 inches of snow, then below zero temperatures, and all within the next 36 hours. Whee!

Winter is also fun.

We have plenty of milk for coffee though, so we can ride the storm out. If only I could sleep through it like a bear.


Fat chance, Mama Bear. I need my milk, too.

Happy Friday, my lovelies. 

Thursday, January 11, 2018

What Love Looks Like


Yesterday, it looked like A. stopping, unasked, in the middle of his 250-mile drive home from Blackrock to get me lettuce at the incredible produce store that I love but never get to go to. And remembering to get both the red leaf lettuce AND iceberg*, because then when the red leaf lettuce is gone, the iceberg will still be good for awhile.

This is the sort of thing one appreciates when living 25 miles from the nearest source of fresh greens in the winter.

He also got a bag of some sort of new New York State apple variety that claims to be always crisp, because I constantly bitch about the mealy apples I end up with from the store.

Grand gestures of affection are nice, but little acts of consideration are even more important.

* Usually I get romaine, but with the reports of e. coli lately that might or might not be from romaine lettuce, I've been opting out. And A. remembered that, too.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

The Downside to a Thaw


The January thaw has commenced. It got above freezing yesterday for the first time in many, many weeks. Hooray!

Except . . .

I noticed a spot on the bedroom ceiling last night that looked suspiciously like a leak. I pointed it out to A.. He agreed that it hadn't been there before, then walked out of the bedroom and got dripped on by another leak in the living room. Further scrutiny revealed several places where water was coming through the ceiling.

Part of the ceiling upstairs is paneled. That was where the drips were coming down. In the places where the drywall was getting wet, there was just a wet spot.

A. went up into the attic and found that the entire underside of the roof was covered in ice, which was now melting.

Swell.

I notified our landlady, though there doesn't seem much to be done about it. The dripping has mostly stopped, so she just asked that we let her know if it gets any worse.

The upside is that this is not our house, so any water damage is not our problem. Yay for renting.

Another upside is that our furnace is still working.

Plus, our plow guy showed up with his front-end loader to clear the enormous snow drifts from our driveway, thus ensuring Jack's entertainment for the morning.


Better than TV.

You know you live in a place with Serious Winter Weather when your plow guy uses earth-moving equipment to clear snow.

This means we'll have a(nother) giant mountain of snow waiting for Cubby and Charlie when they get home from school. Let the good times roll.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Because Everything's Relative


Cubby and Charlie spent some time this morning running around looking out of windows at the spectacular drifts of snow and whining about not being allowed outside.

It was 15 below zero with a windchill of 40 below zero. No, children, you may not go outside. I try to be at least a little bit of a responsible parent, you see.

I did promise them, however, that they could go out when the wind and temperature had moderated a bit.

At noon, when Jack was down for his nap, I looked at the weather station and saw that it was nine below zero with a windchill of 25 below zero.

Seems moderate to me! Out you go, kids!

I sent them to the mailbox to get the mail, which accomplished three things:

1) It got them out of the house,

2) It saved me from having to go out there to check the mail, and

3) It meant I now have two new DVDs of DuckTales for them to watch later, because the mail included our next Netflix delivery.

I only let them stay out for eight minutes, because of the very real danger of frostbite, but at least they got out to climb 10-foot drifts for a little while. I'm pretty sure those drifts won't be melting anytime soon, which means lots more outdoor fun in the future. When the weather is bit less life-threatening, that is.

Cubby came in grinning and exclaiming, "That was GREAT! This is the best day of my life!" And Charlie, not to be outdone, proclaimed that it felt as warm as summer outside.

Sure. Crazy kids.

Friday, January 5, 2018

This Moment by the Numbers


Current outdoor temperature: 11 degrees below zero

Current windspeed: 19 miles an hour

Current windchill: 35 degrees below zero

Current indoor temperature: 67 degrees above zero, because of . . .

Current working furnaces: 1--HOORAY!

Current children home from school: 2

Current household members sleeping: 3 (Jack, Poppy, and A., who is sick)

Current cups of hot cocoa being consumed: 3

Current number of marshmallows in the cups: 6

Current number of dogs in hibernation mode: 1


Wednesday, January 3, 2018

An Update, a Photo, and a Confession


Update: The furnace is currently working. Hooray! But not because the repair guy (who didn't show up until 7 p.m. yesterday) found anything really wrong with it. There was a little ice in the intake pipe and he pointed out a dirty air filter that we can change. Other than that, and filling the tank to create more pressure, there was nothing for him to do. It started working when the temperature got above zero. So we have to just cross our fingers that those small things will be enough and it won't stop working again when it gets to 25 below zero this Friday.

Also, no one else has gotten the stomach bug yet, so we are currently--and mercifully--vomit free. I'll give the credit to the pork.

And now, a photo:


Three boys, two shirtless, and all practicing karate in the living room? Welcome to my life.

That was taken during the Christmas Break That Will Live In Infamy. I had the brilliant idea of finding a karate lesson for kids on YouTube in a desperate attempt at distraction. It worked for a few minutes, before Charlie declared it was boring and he wanted one with more action. Meaning I think he wanted to watch more Bruce Lee. Hence the lack of shirt. I believe when this photo was taken, they were learning to block. Cubby was really into it. Too bad there are no martial arts classes around here.

And finally, a confession: We were running very low on milk yesterday. A. was planning on going to the village to pick up his mail and get some milk, but then it started to snow quite heavily and unexpectedly. He didn't want to drive if he didn't have to, so he didn't go. I took stock of the amount of milk left (about a pint), calculated how much I would need for my coffee in the morning . . . and gave the kids water with their dinner. 

Yes, I totally hoarded milk from my children. Their bone development isn't going to suffer because of one afternoon without calcium. Without milk, there can be no cafe au lait. And without Mommy's cafe au lait, there is no joy in the world. 

The end.