Today, the MamaHog (that's me) distinctly saw her shadow in the grayness of the morning light and wanted to go back in her hole of blankets for 6 more weeks of slumber. But the husband was clamoring to go running and he brought two little piglets, squirmy and hyper, to pull her out of her hole. She tried to resist, but pushes and pulls and two bonks and cries later, she emerged reluctantly.
Today, she will try to have a good attitude. And if things get bad, she will not try to patch it up with a dose of sugary sweets (as she did yesterday). She'll press on and smile, though it might look like a grimace.
Today, when there are fits over boredom, cabinets emptied of their contents, couches disassembled and toilets stuffed with tissue, she'll remember that spring will come soon enough. And these deconstructive activities will once again take place where they belong: outside in the dirt.
Today, when she can't clean fast enough to counteract the ruination caused by two demolition experts, and when errands give her palpitations, and nothing can be done but walk from kitchen to den and plop on the floor somewhere inbetween for a little Bat Cave play or ball rolling, she'll try to remember that this time too will pass, all too quickly. And that day it'll be lonely and quiet, instead of chaotic and overwhelming.
Happy Groundhog Day!
2 comments:
Bat Cave play?
I prefer to be in the hole of my bed too. As I watched "Peter Pan" with Jane the other day, I seriously considered trying to make Cosmo into a type of Nana. But then I might have a heartattack over all the dog hair. Good luck.
P.S. Yesterday, I discovered I was one day late on taking advantage of some killer deal from here to Boise. I mean killer. I cried myself to sleep that night.
You are hilarious!! My sentiments exactly! Although they would never come out quite so humurous and creative!! I am waiting for Spring right along with you...sigh. (:
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