Weather

I'm a woman on the verge with this weather.  AWFUL.  Tuesday's expected highs and lows are both in the negatives.  I swear, if they don't cancel school, I'll go crazy.  I intend to be a hermit for the next 5 days.  If anyone needs me, you know where to find me.

It's been a slow year so far.  I haven't gotten much accomplished outside of a few small things, nothing of any consequence.  BORING.  One thing I will do next weekend is bring home a cabinet that belonged to my grandparents.  My amazing friend, Cathy, has been storing it for me for years.  I finally got a hitch put on my car, so next weekend, I'll head down there (sans boys) to get it and bring it back.  That's something I've been wanting to do for a while now!

A few weeks ago, we lost one of our dear neighbors.  He'd been battling brain cancer for the past few years, and I'd seen him just a few days before he died, and he was his normal self.  He was one of the first people we met in our neighborhood, and he'll be sorely missed by everyone here.  His funeral service was huge--a testament to the amazing man he was.  RIP Fred. 

Explaining death to a 4 year old isn't an easy task.  I think Jackson gets it to some degree--we did have to use our late cat Daisy as an example.  The evening after it happened, I was rocking him at bedtime and I told him that Mrs. Strauss is very sad because Mr. Strauss went to heaven.  I asked him what we could do to make Mrs. Strauss happy.  His response: "Bring him back down."  I told him that wasn't really possible, and he said, "We can get a BIG airpwane and go up and get him and bring him back down here."  It brought tears to my eyes, the sweetness and innocence of this child.

Outside of that sweetness and innocence, I have a very sassy boy.  OY, this boy.  He has a way of pushing every one of my buttons.  Everyone keeps telling me what he's doing is cute, and one day I'll wish he was doing these things again.  I can't imagine that when he's standing in front of me, screaming his fool head off because his name is Dog Scrat the Squirrel, not Jackson, for the 2008th time this week.  Nope.  I won't miss that.

Stay warm.  I hate this weather.