I know the calendar would argue with me, but the calendar has obviously never been to western Wisconsin in December. It is 7 degrees outside, hardly fall-like weather. My fingers are frozen as I type, mainly because I am in the coldest room of the house. The rest of the house is comfortable, but not our room. I have a 5 month old furnace laying on my chest (aka Mason), but he isn't warming my fingers up.
Poor baby is sick and teething- not a good combination. He absolutely hates having his nose sucked, which I suppose all babies do. This is our first one that gets an electric nose sucker, as opposed to the blue hospital bulbs, yet he still hates it. It has a music button on it, which amuses me. He screams at the top of his lungs- no way is he going to hear the 30 second music clip. Oh well, Madison gets a kick out of it.
Trust is an interesting thing. People assume that you automatically get trust, just like you automatically get respect. For some reason, they don't realize that nothing is automatic. Trust, just like respect, is something that is earned. You don't automatically get it just because you graced me with your presence. Sometimes people make me laugh.
As I've grown older, I've become much more selective as to who is in my life. I'm sure that sounds snobby, but it is true. Even more-so since I've had kids. I feel like any person who is in my life will eventually be in my kid's lives, and I only want them to have positive influences. Recently, I was told that I was wrong in doing that, that I was guarding my kids. Whatever.
Eh, I've strayed off course, yet again. I started this blog to clear my head, and that is what happens when I do- randomness. And rambles. Either I'll bore you to sleep or I'll make you giggle!
Off to bed- I have the pleasure (not) of taking Trinity to school. Getting 3 children bundled up to brave the weather is no fun. At all.
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