In Like a Lion

March is ugly and wet and gray in New England. Things don't start getting pretty around here again until about sometime in May. I've never been much of a fan of spring because of this, but I am definitely happy for spring for probably the first time in my life. The kids get to go back to soccer and we can get to the playground again and it will be warm enough to walk to school and the library and this year I have a house to spring clean and, oddly enough, I am terrifically excited about that. 

I feel like I just put the March schedule up on our dry erase calendar, but that was a week ago already and it has totally filled up since. I stand in the kitchen and just stare at it because it is packed with all of our comings and goings and honestly, I am slightly overwhelmed with all that's going on this month. I constantly remind myself that it's not all at once. We only live one moment, one hour, one day at a time not the whole month  in five minutes, so it's easier for me to process the one day at a time, item by item. Looking at all the lists of meals and the kids activities and my activities and the blue lines of my husbands trips crossing through entire weeks of the calendar, it makes me feel like I'm slogging through thick mud and then I look out the window and see the gray skies and it can be a bit much. But we only have to focus on one day at a time... We don't really have any other option. Even if we wanted to do next week first, well, that's just not going to happen unless someone has a time machine I don't know about. 

So, we march into March and just keep marching on through. We spring forward on Sunday and I can hear mothers across the nation groaning because that one hour messes so much with bedtime. It's hard enough to get three spirited children to bed ...to stay... at a reasonable hour as it is. Sheer madness. 

But now? It's bedtime and a hush has fallen... hopefully to remain. 

Tonight, I am reading A Thousand Splendid Suns 

And isn't this the sweetest baby blanket you've ever seen. I almost want to make it for myself in varying shades of grey, cream, and green, maybe yellow? Maybe I'll get to play with some yarn tonight. 

I'm not sure how late I am going to make it. Shocker of all shockers I completely didn't get a chance to pour myself a cup of coffee this morning and then next thing I know, it's 2:30 in the afternoon and I am tired and cranky and the bulb went on on the top of my head. Coffee. Bing! 

So, I had a mere cup when it came to me and I've gone down hill since. So, I can blame my incoherence and lack of focus today on that fact alone. 

And there is a little boy who seems to think he is invisible trying to sneak past me after he was already put to bed three times... 

So, that's all for now.