I’m a weather bitch
I hate to brag about weather. I really, really do. Especially because typically everyone else is having all the beautiful weather. But alas, today it is Pittsburgh’s turn. So I’m going to be a bragging weather bitch.
I had SAD (seasonal affective disorder) bad this year. For real. And then adding a third kid in the mix when it’s hard enough to travel with two…well, yup, I was slightly miserable. Or a lot. I’ll go with a lot.
Today. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. It’s awesome. It’s 70 degrees, sunny and all the windows in my house are open.
This morning, I did my 30 day shred, took a shower and then the kids and I headed out to run some errands. We went to mall to pick up my rings from being rhodium plated and re-soldered together. Now that I’m no longer pregnant, my finger won’t randomly become red and dry and feel like it’s going to fall off so I could get them put back together. (Thanks, hormones.) Since we were there, and I had Mae in one of my twenty slings, I figured the kids could blow off some steam at the indoor playground. Then we went to Sam’s club to pick up our click ‘n pull order. (Gotta love that. Then I don’t spend a million-trillion dollars.)
When we got home, the kids played outside in tee shirts and jeans. Tee shirts! In March! I’m a touch excited. Blame the hormones, again.
After their naps, we went back outside where I vacuumed out the Volvo and did something most people don’t do – put the floor mats in the washer. Gosh, I’m lame. I feel like my mother in law. She once mopped my basement floor, which is unfinished cement. It smelled awesome for like a month.
When I finished vacuuming, I looked up to see Claire attempting to sled down the hill with Luca. I suppose if the ground was dry, this would be acceptable and possible, but it was a mudpit. Not happening. She did give a valiant effort, though. She also told Luca he needed to exercise with me because he was too heavy.
Mae also got her first dose of all natural vitamin D courtesy of the sun.
Today was awesome.
Oh, and lastly, I learned today that Claire had no idea what Crosby’s first name was. When I asked her, she said, “Um, isn’t it Crosby?” I told her that no, in fact it wasn’t. She responded with, “Well I’ll be,” which I have no idea where she learned that phrase from. She now says “Sidney Crosby,” all the time now instead. It’s cute.