Monday, November 1, 2010

It's an ordinary Monday.

So, November arrives with no snow yet. Today it is supposed to be 11 degrees Celsius, and tomorrow too. This is both unexpected and appreciated. The weekend was a busy one, beginning Saturday morning with me finishing my homework after having done the majority of it by the end of last week. It is always a relief to finish and submit an assignment, though this next one will be far more difficult for me so I want to start today if possible. Then, on Saturday afternoon we all trekked off to my sister's place, 45 minutes away, for her housewarming party. We then high-tailed it back here and a dear friend of mine came for supper and part of the evening, with her two kids. I have not seen this friend in over a year, and it was a real treat to have her and her kids here. They got to feed the horses and hang out with our boys, and I think they had a good time. They came back Sunday morning and stayed for lunch and the first part of the afternoon. While they were here, the farrier came and my sister Andrea came too as well as her husband. All three horses got trimmed without incident and they also got de-wormed, so we are pretty much set for facing the winter now with our horses. Phew!

Today, I have not set any goals yet, which is probably a bad sign. I suppose I should make it my goal to make this place as clean as I possibly can. Laundry. Yes, I need to fold and put away a bunch of laundry, so maybe that will be my first goal. We got our house nice and clean on Saturday, but my ensuite bathroom needs some work, so maybe I could do that too. I don't know. I'm tired from not sleeping well these days. I am still sick, believe it or not, and not sure whether to see a doctor again or just wait it out. I am far better than I was, but I'm still not well, so I'm not sure what to think.

Micah has pretty much a non-stop flow of stuff coming out of his nose these days, which is very gross. I must say though, this morning I put him in his high chair and he was so sweet. He just said, "Mama, mama, mama, mama," over and over again. There is something irresistible about your baby calling you mama. Maybe it's just because Cody only ever called me "Dada", even until he was probably almost 18 months old. He was talking a lot by then, but he thought it was funny to call me dada instead of mama, so he continued long beyond when he was capable of speaking well.

Hm. Jamie is silent and in a room with the door closed. Bad sign. Cody is trying to phone someone on the phone, despite repeated instructions to put it down. Micah is alternately dragging jelly-covered toast crusts into the living room to chew on, and sneezing all over the place. Gross. I should get out of denial now and start working.

Okay, that was a while ago. Jamie was trying to have a nap. He seems under the weather lately. While I checked on him, Micah pulled my freezie mug off the table and dumped the whole thing on the lazy-boy and on himself. That's 1 3/4 cups of water and there wasn't a drop left in the cup. I have now started a load of laundry and folded one, but time to do some serious work around here. I'm off for now.

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