More snow is coming. I just came in from a small jaunt down the road with Suri, and 10 degrees is COLD. brr. Back in with my slippers on, in my comfy chair. Sonja K. is home again, she felt better and then bad again, Jonathan has a tummy ache and has to keep running to the bathroom. Char is pale and says her tummy hurts...she didn't take one bite of that English Muffin with butter, sugar, and cinnamon I toasted for her. She ate a few spoons of oatmeal and headed back to her cuddle in her chair. Camille still looks wiped out, and did not want to go to school without Charlotte Claire and Jonathan.
So. Suri is cuddled up with Sonja on the couch now. We are all comfy and cozy...but I have to go to the store. With a big snow coming, and the weekend, we need fresh fruits and veggies. Some milk and yogurt and bananas. I guess we could get along without them but. I shall go and get back before my college kids leave at noon-ish. Which means I have to get moving. I don't like the cold!
We had the perfect winter's dinner last evening..pot roast with onions, roasted potatoes and carrots, and green beans.
Anyway, this morning I looked out the window over the sink as I puttered around clearing counters and fixing breakfasts...I looked out at the snow, sparkling in the cold sun, and I was happy. Just this serious, "I am happy." moment. No worries about my knees in ten years, or plagues of What If's, just happy. Now. Today. I think we tend to forget that we have no promises of tomorrow, and we waste our life away being weighed down by things that we do not need to be weighed down with. These days with the kids home sick have been so enjoyable...I don't enjoy seeing them suffer of course, but just being with them, being able to serve the older ones, the ones who don't need their mama anymore the way the little ones do...it was pleasant.
The kids just finished watching, "Rapunzel", and I just got off the phone with my mother-in-law. She keeps herself busy, bring sandwich platters and cupcakes to the staff of the nursing home where Grampa was. She played Bingo last night and won 14 bucks. She said one of the young ladies who managed his account at the bank started to cry when she went in to talk to her. Grampa was a handsome guy, he was so personable and funny. I think Gramma is feeling the loss, but is still at the busy, taking care of things, stage.
My two little princesses are off to their room to play Barbies, and I am off for a quick trip to the store.