Just what I wanted to hear

So, as I discussed in my last post, I have been in a little bit of a funk. Part of this is feeling "mom-ish" lately. Yes, I realize I am a mom but that doesn't mean I am still not me. Before I had the boys, I was a bit of a clotheshorse. Now, I can't image spending all that money on clothes that are going to get sneezed on, drooled on and more than likely colored on with magic marker. This is not to say that I have let myself go but on any given day you will more than likely find me in the same pair of comfy jeans and a fleece pullover.

Well, I decided to buy myself a new winter coat. This is a major production for me because I hate coats that are too bulky, don't fall exactly right, etc. That said it usually takes me hours of trying on coats, thinking I like them, bringing them home and then deciding no, I really don't like it. I bring it back and the whole process starts over.

After several attempts, I finally have a coat that I think says "young and hip". I am happy with the way it fits and looks. I am confident this is the keeper so I do the thing I always hesitate most to do--I take the tags off. To me, nothing says "Now I own it" more than that.

I hang the newest member of my wardrobe on the coat rack. It has not been there more than five minutes when Aidan walks by and notices it.

"Look", he said, "Grandma left her coat here."

Grandma?! Grandma?!

So much for being young and hip.

The winter blahs

It seems I have been on hiatus.

Every time I have sat down to blog about something, I have ended up sitting staring at the screen for a minute or two and then decide I have nothing to say. I guess I am just in a little funk. The holidays are over, the weather is so weird and I am feeling a bit bored these days.

The boys are still in preschool two days a week and the time has come to secure them a spot for next September if we so wish. I am having a wee bit of trouble processing that one year from September, I will be sending them off to Kindergarten (!). How can that be? And when I send them off to Kindergarten, that means I will be sending Ciara off to her first year at preschool and I will have two and a half hours two days a week all to myself. This is supposed to make me happy. Right?

I don't know why I am even doing this to myself right now. I am usually great at "crossing that bridge when I come to it". I guess this funk is the culprit.

And again, the weather isn't helping. 64 degrees in Boston in January? I am hoping for a good snowstorm before the winter is over. Being housebound, cooking up a storm, baking cookies with the boys. I think that would help my mood.

I am off to retrieve the boys from their rooms. They have been having "quiet time" the past week or so. Naps are a thing of the past for them. All traces of baby/toddlerhood are gone. There I go again, getting all melancholy...I better go and fast!