Don't like the weather? Wait 10 minutes!

I think that old adage is a load of crap. Actually, I think it just might be true here (although, I remember people in Denver stating the same thing) except that HERE it only applies if you DESPISE nice weather and ADORE rain, sleet, extreme wind, blowing snow, ungodly high humidity, burning sunshine, soaring heat index and snot-freezingly low wind chills. It seems that the nice weather is around for just hours while the crummy stuff seems to linger just long enough to drive mothers to the brink of madness (typically days and days). So, do you hate the nice 70 degree weather? Don't fret, blowing just-above-freezing rain is right around the corner.

Brownies. Perhaps brownies can calm the inner beast that is causing my head to pound and my eyes to wish to stay closed even though they must stay open. I thought that diet-worthy mac and cheese (ha, that's a joke) would help but so far it is not helping.

So Becka, do you have your assignment yet or not? Cuz I really need to know if you're really leaving and when, cuz I don't wanna be like oh hey I was going to invite Becka over and have Tara go "oh, she left for Ecuador last week" cuz that's what I dreamed about in my half asleep half awake need a nap stupor. I also dreamed that I was loading the dishwasher and turned around and Neall was standing there and I was like "oh, they send you home early" and he frowned and shook his head gently no and I knew right that second he was fired. Then I woke up. These were both those kinds of dreams where you wake up and run around asking the kids if daddy is home and only when they look at you with the one raised eyebrow and say "noooooo, he's at woooorrrkkkk" like you're a toddler who needs things explained very simply can you relax and believe it really was a dream.

And on a humorous note, we were discussing voting this morning. The kids expressed an interest in going through the process so we agreed we would all go together so they could participate. I was telling zella, as I was getting her ready, that she needed to put on clothes so we could vote. She said, very excitedly "can we?" and I said "yes, we're all going". She ran off to the living room to tell Winnie and Finn that we were going to "A BOAT" and ran back to me excitedly. "What are we going to do there?" she asks. I said, trying to word it simply for a toddler to understand, that we had to say which person we wanted to be president. "Oh YAY!" she says, running back off to the living room. She exclaims excitedly "We're going to get a PRESENT there!" and runs back in to me. I say, trying to catch the misunderstanding before it grows too large for me to contain and thus lands me at ToysRUs, "no, we're going to VOTE, V V V V Vote for a PRESIDENT not a PRESENT." I feel a tad guilty when her face falls (and later looking back can totally see why we have the number of toys we do because old Gwen would have just let her think we were going to the boat for a present and gone straight to TRU hoping the boat detail would be forgotten) but she shrugs confusedly and says "Vote?". "Yes, Vote" I say gently, "not boat". "To get the president?" she says, perking up. "Yes, to say who we want to be president". She claps. I shrug. I'm not entirely sure what just happened here but apparently we're all good. Not an hour later she's making a list for what presidents she'd like for her birthday which is fast approaching. She calls grandma to explain that she would like a Barbie president (ha, I think I smell a bumper sticker) and a stroller for her doll for a president too. So now she's really confused, but at least I didn't end up at Toys R Us. Yet.