Cabin Fever Thoughts

It snowed a lot yesterday. Because of that, we are stuck inside the house because this stupid city does not plow side streets no matter what. Don't get me started on that...

So, here are my random, very cabin fever induced thoughts:

*I have decided that I am tired of looking at the things I have decorated my house with. I am taking everything down and starting over. Here's the thing though, we don't really have a "redecorating" budget right now. So, what to do? Easy, I plan on very slowly finding things to replace old things with. So, whether it's at Target or a thrift store or a garage sale, I am making it my spring project to redecorate our house. Of course, being Evan's daughter, Elisabeth is having a complete fit that I am taking things down and is all sorts of concerned that I am throwing everything away. I am not. It's just all going into the basement until I want to look at it again.

*My children are so not nice to me when we are stuck in the house together with no form of escape. Part of it is my fault because I let the elder child watch way too much tv in the morning. But, also, they seem to find ways to get under my skin until I want to push them both of them into the snow and lock all the doors so they can't come back inside. Oh, and my cat Roosevelt is no better. That damn cat has been eating any sort of plastic he can find because he desperately wants attention.

*I enjoy cooking. If I could, I would spend all day in the kitchen trying new recipes and foods that I've never tried before. I would make large banquets for my friends and family to enjoy. But, alas, I can not cook all day because 1.I do not have a magic pantry that would always restock my foods for zero dollars 2.I would have to clean up the mess, and I hate (HATE) cleaning up the mess and 3.I don't have enough refrigerator space for all the food to be stored. I am saddened by all of these reasons.

*I like Jack London. Why do I always forget that?

*If we have a third baby, I wonder what that baby will do to drive me out of my ever loving mind?

*I dislike cancer sores. They make it very hard to talk, let alone yell at the children. How am I supposed to scream across floor levels with a giant sore in my mouth pending any movement of my tongue?

*How many poopy diapers can one 21 month old produce in one day? Cause I'm think Julia has filled her quota for MONTHS!

*Julia dropped her half eaten apple down the toilet just as Elisabeth was flushing it. Julia is hysterically sad because it is the last apple in the house. Elisabeth explained why you just can't get an apple out of a toilet with tinkles and poop in it.

Please...someone...send reinforcements! Or at least large quantities of wine! Pronto!!!

Sincerely,
The Legally Insane Mother of Two Who Used to Be Known As a Somewhat Competent Virginia