The sky is blue outside my window but I have trouble believing it. It’s been so gray and dark all day, all week, all YEAR. We have little bursts of sun and then back to weeks and weeks of oppressive grey like the sky is pressing down closer and closer, tighter and tighter until it chokes the very life and laughter out of every person, plant and rock in my little world.
Can I just tell you that today was not a good day for my mentals? They are not happy. I’m working up to being drug-free and proud in anticipation of a possible attempt at a third child and the strange fluctuations in my “special vitamins” we’re using to get there are leaving me in a bit of a rough way, complicated by the ratchin’-fratchin’ gloom of abysmal death and the fact that I’m not getting a ton of sleep.
Magoo has decided that sleeping through the night is for babies. Big boys prefer to get up and watch movies with their parents from hiding places in the hall, pass out on the floor or on the stairs. They also like to climb in bed with their parents at 2am, claiming to be afraid of T-Rex’s even though T-Rex’s are their best friends, and spend the rest of the night trying to make their elbow fit in their mommy’s nostril. Big boys are the super best.
This weekend our city had its summer festival, despite the cold and damp. Laylee begged us to let her ride her bike in the kiddy parade, claiming imperviousness to cold, bravery and fortitude beyond her years. After 45 minutes of waiting in the bone-chilling cold and rain for the parade to start with parents who had the nerve to put all the gloves and ski pants away because they mistakenly thought it was June, her fortitude waned, providing us with one of the best pictures ever taken by the camera of man.
Magoo, who insisted that his dad dress him in the non-waterproof jacket that a neighbor’s baby had left over at our house, was unfazed by the weather and left all who passed him humming “Fat Man in a Little Coat” by Chris Farley.
And then we went to a parade in the rain, full of dogs and tractors and large raccoon credit union mascots with matted fur who Laylee surmised must have escaped from Disneyland “because that’s where they have most of the people that look like that.”
Tune in tomorrow to find out about how I almost SLAUGHTERED an old lady with a cane in the 5K-race-through-the-mud portion of the festivities.
That looks super fun…and balmy…and dry. We had a scorcher camping on Whidbey too. Good June times.
Big boys obviously do not want mommy and daddy to make new babies
🙂
Can I tell you just how much I adore that picture of laylee scowling. Hilarious.
Well, I’ve just learned that tractors still look nice and bright even if the weather is shite.
That is the best picture EVER. And she has never looked more like you, which is strange because I’ve never seen a picture of you where you weren’t grinning,
I adore you.
You slaughtered an old lady? With a cane? I think you may be slightly more violent, since your acquisition of sleep thieving mini-humans, but I would still like to know what sort of cane you used. I may need to go get one, just in case I ever need to slaughter an old lady.
Oh noooo!! The tractors and the dogs! That is so awesome! It’s not a parade unless you have people showing off their dogs as advertisment for their real estate company. HOpe it warms up soon for you.
I feel for you. I was on an anti-depressant for fibromyalgia symptoms when I found out I was pregnant with #3. The doc said the drug was safe, but a drug reference maual said that the only study shows that it causes fetal death in rats at high doses. What do you do with that, but get off? The getting off was awful, and the gray, cold January weather made it that much harder. I hope you are quickly feeling better, and that some of the sun,at least, will stay around for a while.
The gray is bumming us out too. The pictures are great though!
Y’all have got to slay the White Witch that seems to have escaped Narnia only to make her way to Seattle.
Mr. Right is trying to become drug-free too, but it has nothing to do with pregnancy. At least I hope that’s the case… It’s just time for him to move on to the greener pastures that have nothing to do with happy pills. It’s going to be tough, but God will get him through it. I’m sure that we’ll have copious amounts of ice cream to help too.
Oh my gosh, I laughed out loud at the caption on the Magoo picture – how adorable! 🙂
Becky
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Truly that IS the best picture ever taken by the camera of man.
Truly, truly, yes.
We’ve had a week of rain here. And. Today. It’s. Snowing. Blargh. The gray is trying to kill me. Upside is that we are on our way to CA in two days. Glory be.
This was one of your funniest posts in a while, IMO. LOVE the picture of Laylee, but then I started laughing at Magoo in the little coat! You have such a way of noticing the everyday and putting a funny spin on it. Thanks!
We are contemplating non-med ways of improving moods here too. The quantity of gray when the weatherman is saying “spring” is INSANE. That’s it! We need to get the forecasters off of their meds! They think it’s sunny when it’s not!
Yay, yay, yay, it’s not us.
ditto on the mood, K. i’m thinking of getting a SAD light…..
But I want the mas info on that one. Did you slaughter her with a cane, or did she have a cane? 🙂 Can’t wait.
This weather STINKS! The news said something about a possible two more months of cold weather. I think they’re messing with us. TWO MONTHS? They just like to scare us.
E has gone through that phase of not sleeping through the night so many times it’s crazy. I cannot abide her being in bed for long unless I am unconscious. Otherwise Ben takes her right back to bed and tucks her in. The end. Unless she throws a tantrum. Life. Isn’t it great!?!
Yeah, I agree… this “junuary” has GOT to end! NEED.SUNSHINE.NOW!!!
seems we are sharing the same weather patterns. It totally bites. And I don’t usually talk like that. It SNOWED here this morning. I may need medication. Girls Camp next week. Probably in the snow.
I have a sunlamp…it helps. But so do my happy pills. Which I took everyday through 2 pregnancies and beyond. Some of us just need to.
Anyway, if they made a DYM pill, it would definitely lift my mood, because a dose of your wit always leaves me smiling…and sometimes spurting yogurt at my computer screen as I laugh out loud. 😳
Oh man, that picture of Laylee…
PRICELESS.
I had to laugh yesterday when I heard one of those commercials for the evening news – you know where they give you a hint about something in your home that will kill your children, so you HAVE to tune in to find out what that might be?
Something to the effect of, “Tonight at 11, find out what day this week we might reach a high of SEVENTY degrees!!”
Oooh. Mid June and a high of seventy!
I guess it beats 100+ degree heatwaves and tornadoes and flooding.