|gorgeous print via The Paper Nut|
-I constantly crave chicken and dumplings. I made this version again tonight. Delicious.
-My orders of inspirational prints are rolling in and packages should be finished soon for my giveaway winners. While browsing art I love via etsy, I noticed one of my favorite shops, The Paper Nut, is closing its doors. The shopkeeper/artist/designer Jeanie is actually a friend of mine from college, and I was thrilled to come across her shop and see where her talents had taken her. I ordered the giraffe print above (and love that there are 6 giraffes, just like our soon to be family of 6!). I'd order fast before things are gone for good.
-Eating sweets=heartburn. The end of the day=swollen ankles. My belly=popped. Hello third trimester.
-My kitchen chairs are draped with snow bibs and wet mittens and scarves and coats and hats. We finally had a couple inches covering the grass and I decided it might be now or never as far as a day of snow play. There's a tiny snowman in the backyard with a carrot nose. Chances are good he'll be gone tomorrow.
-I'm making my lists for a primary appreciation dinner tomorrow. 30+ teachers, cub scout/activity day leaders, choristers, and pianists will be there, so it had better be awesome. This is the kind of thing I used to put together for church regularly with my old calling, but it's been a while. I'm currently combing dessert recipes and printing tags for favors. It feels good to do this kind of thing again.
- The dryer keeps doing a 3 minute spin cycle letting me know it's ready to be emptied. The washer is full of clothes that need to be dried. I really dislike when I still have laundry going at this time of night. So it goes when you forget to change loads earlier in the day.
-I ended the day with my kids on a grumpy note. The husband arrived home two+ hours late while we were in the middle of the bedtime routine. My patience was gone. I prodded de-Man 27 times today for every.little.request. Ending the day this way leaves me filled with regret. I wish that I could do it all over again the right way. Hopefully a batch of waffles in the morning will be the start of a good apology and a better day tomorrow. I am far from the mother I want to be. Luckily my kids are (usually) forgiving of my shortcomings. Luckily I can start over everyday. It wasn't necessarily a bad day overall, but I sure managed to sink it quick with an ending like we had. I'm looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow.