This morning we woke up to snow.
Actually, my kids woke up to snow. I woke up to the sound of my kids screaming, “SNOW! IT SNOWED!”
So many upsides to homeschooling were apparent today: no panicked rush to find everyone’s winter gear and still get them to school on time; the freedom to delay our start time “on account of fun”; writing and literature classes held on the sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire. It was all very “hygge,” as the Danish would say.
And yet by the time afternoon rolled around I was in a bit of a funk. The sunny morning had given way to a dull sky and melting snow. Two of the kids moaned and whined instead of doing their work. There wasn’t anything in the freezer that would make for an awesome dinner—in fact, we seemed to be out of fruits and vegetables too, even though I shopped four days ago. My attempt at art class was successful for the first ten minutes, until someone started crying because their cat drawing didn’t look right.
Around four in the afternoon I decided that the best antidote to the blues was to get things done. If it involved power tools, so much the better. I checked my to-do board on Trello and decided that it was a good day to put up hooks in the back hallway, given that the floor in there was now strewn with snowsuits. Then I went online and ordered some additional hooks from IKEA, along with a lamp for R’s desk and some new towels for the basement bathroom.
I’m still in a bit of a funk, but at least I can say that I knocked some stuff off my list.
Looking at my email just now I could see that my IKEA order hasn’t been confirmed, but PayPal has already charged my credit card for it. Oh, and I just got an email from Kobo thanking me for buying a Narwhal and Jelly book. I don’t doubt that someone in my house hit “buy now” thinking that it said, “read now.”
It’s always something, isn’t it?