I wanted to be a grouch this morning.
With drawers (finally) full of clean clothes for Bubba, Jay still picked a hideous outfit for today. Picture it: A longsleeve, faded blue shirt with horizontal stripes, bright red basketball shorts with vertical stripes, and water shoes. It was too late to turn back, though, once I caught a glimpse of this eye sore.
I have stayed up until midnight on the last two nights working on school stuff, and I still have three unfinished huge projects to complete. How does this happen?
We now have a set of sheets, two comforters, a mattress pad, and a sleeping bag that all need to go to the laundry mat. Getting over this hump of bed-wetting is going to be the death of one of us. Who has time to sit at the laundry mat for hours with three unfinished projects still hanging? Seriously.
But I just couldn’t. I couldn’t stay a grouch. She wouldn’t let me.
As soon as we got in the car, Chica was singing her ode to spring. Making it up as she went along, it was full of the “highlights” (her word) of this season that is finally upon us…
*The winter takes off its mittens so that it can do its job to make us warm
*The leaves are coming out, and they will all be out by summer
*We don’t have to wear our heavy coats or our boots
*We get to go to school in the sunshine
Oh, and the best part….the summer is almost here, and then “we can do whatever we want”.
Ok, Chica, I’ll take it. I’ll take the wet sheets, and the late nights, and the crazy outfits and remember that it is spring, that I have plenty to be joyful about.
Thanks, sweet girl.