Peeps, I didn't think it was possible. I didn't trust the run of sunny days. But somehow, even though it's only the beginning of March, it would seem that Spring is springing up.
Look, an early violet-y pansy-type flower in my neighbor's yard! Ain't Spring grand?
Or, as we generally call it around these parts, mud season:
Happily, that is NOT my driveway. It's my neighbors' driveway. Amazingly enough, neither our dogs nor our cat traipse through those puddles. That would be Sarah's job.
Oh, invisible readers. I don't know what to tell you. I'm having a blue day, and no amount of sunshine or Buffy is making a dent in my mood. Trust me, I tried. I tried hard. But not even one of my favorite episodes helped (that would be Once More With Feeling, and it's GENIUS, I'm telling you). And I love that one. Love. It.
Ah, well. I was due. I'm managing what needs managing. Laundry is laundered, house is upright, Sarah is clothed and fed and read to and loved, etc etc. I'm just feeling somewhat undermotivated.
I think what kicked it off was a discussion I was reading about caesarian sections. Both Sarah and Jane were born through c-sections, both unplanned, and repeat sections lead to increased risks. If, IF, we were to try for another kid I'd have to have yet another c-section because of Jane's birth (classical section with a vertical incision, which means any and all subsequent births would have to be surgical), and there could easily be complications with a pregnancy just because of the scarring that's already there, never mind the increased likelihood of having another premature baby. And all that just kind of weighed me down a bit. Stuff to deal with, but stuff to deal with later. Maybe even talk to an actual, you know, doctor.
Plus, and this has been a major bummer, Sarah's been crying over Jane when she gets scolded over... whatever. Trivial stuff. We're working on it, and I'm trying to be understanding and all like that but man does it suck. I mean, she's playing a hell of a card to get out of minor jams, you know?
Anyway. Spring! Pretty! Yay.