In the morning-especially when I'm all sweaty from exercising-it's getting to be really cold. Even last night, I thought "Oh, it's cold in here. I know!" Note, when I have a bright idea it might be time to reevaluate. Especially when hormonally impaired. "Let's just let the oven self clean!" Oh it was warmer all right, until we had to open the doors and windows! Doh! But, to return to this morning, I had all kinds of great intentions. One child had a bed problem in which sleep prevented her from getting out of it and to the toilet. She was shivery cold. Then came the other child who doesn't have 1/10 of an ounce of fat, complaining of the cold blasting in from my exercise area. Brilliant idea #2: hot cereal! Not just any hot cereal. No, it had to be the one cereal that brings back waves of nostalgia. My mother's kitchen, a warm tummy in a cold house, and feeling like things were going to be okay in spite of my attitude. Cream of ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.