I'm sitting in the my driveway, enjoying the seat warmers in my van. I take a sip of my coffee and peer through the back window of my house. I have a visual on the child who can't sit while finishing up some homework. I'm not going back in.
"Is it a snow day today?" one of the kids asks eagerly. "No. It's supposed to be 40 degrees today, it hasn't snowed and there is no ice. Yes, there's school," I respond in an annoyed tone. The child huffs and stomps off to get ready, I hope.
The kids went up to the attic looking for something. I sent them up there for something to do with Valentine's Day. I can't remember now, but I didn't even think they might get into the Christmas side of things.
If you haven't seen organizer Marie Kondo's show on Netflix, showing us how to purge our joyless earthly possessions and fold stuff properly, you must be living under a rock. Hurry, go look it up and watch an episode. I'll wait.
Well, we are through the longest January I can remember, and a thought just crossed my mind: I don't think I made any resolutions for the year. I'm not really bothered, but I'm trying to think of what I can give up or add.