So it's February, and cold, and I gave up drinking for Lent. And we put our dog to sleep yesterday. (it's really okay, she was so old and it was time.) There are piles of laundry, always, no matter how much I seem to do. Am I repeating myself? I think I always talk about laundry here. If it's not laundry, it's sweeping the floors. Every day is like a little circle: coffee breakfast school gym cleaning cooking playing dinner stories drawing bedtime. Aaand repeat.
I know all that stuff sounds like a downer, but I'm actually doing pretty good. Having a rhythm is a fine thing. Eating huge salads and quitting Twitter have been 2 healthy changes in my life lately. Keeping it all balanced. The story of my life.