It's Feb. 15, the Winter Olympics are going, Valentine's Day just passed and it's snowy and cold and awful outside.
My babies are with their grandparents until tomorrow (that will be FIVE days they will have been gone. Ugh), and there's still so much change.
But I think for the most part I'm happy.
How about that?
There's more work at work than I have time to do and there's more work at home than I have the energy to do.
There's a book club book I haven't started.
I still haven't learned how to cook.
Christmas lights are still up on the house.
The cats need rabies vaccinations.
We're almost out of diapers AGAIN.
And I let myself get stressed with all this more often than I should.
My car is nearing 73,000 miles (yikes! Really?! Didn't I just get that car?) and I'm more than 1,000 miles overdue for an oil change.
It's been since Wednesday that I've worked out already.
And it's been how long since I've posted here?
It's all going to be OK, though. I always say that.
But now - at least this morning - I believe it.