It's about time...

It's been a long time since I have written a post and it's good to have a moment to sit and write.

The funny thing is that I don't really know what to say ~ so much time has passed that the daily mundane things I wrote about in the past are long forgotten. So I'll start new -- with today. Here's what's going on...

Ethan is out snow-boarding for the first time in his life. I sent my 10 year old off to Boler Mountain for the day with a couple of homeschool friends. It's gorgeous here today -- clear, sunny and cold and it's perfect for a day on the slopes. I'm just praying he comes home with all his bones where they should be. I tried snowboarding once. It hurts to learn.

The other three are done school for the day and are happily playing in the living room.

I'm up to my ears in soccer stuff. From planning, to building teams and processing refunds (yes, refunds already) it's a sponge of my time. I'm amazed at the things people will do/say just to play a little soccer in the summer. I have to remind myself often that this is a league for adults depsite how the players behave.

Other than that, it's just a Monday. Laundry, some errands, chicken for supper. Life as usual. But really, I'm not complaining. I looked on the calendar this morning and next week is MARCH! March means spring is coming, a week off of school is coming, warmer days and bluer skies are coming! I can't wait to see my first crocus, my first robin and to smell the scent of spring. It also means that slip-on shoes are coming and that is the best news of all. I can barely put on my socks in the morning, let alone bend over and tie up my boots.

I had to laugh at myself trying to get ready for church yesterday morning. If you had listened at my door you might have thought I was steer-wrestling by the grunts and groans coming from my room! Alas, I was in there alone only trying to get socks on and find something that fit and looked somewhat appropriate for church. I changed four times and finally went in my jeans and a sweater. I was last to get into the van and was actually laughing at myself when I finally heaved myself in and sat down. Nate just looked at me and said "You're okay??" And I said "I think so. I changed about four times." He just smiled and pulled out of the driveway.

A wise man says little in that situation. Right now Nate is looking a lot like Solomon.