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Yesterday, as Sawyer and I were driving home, Sawyer said to me, "Mom, you are the best mom in the entire world and I love you. When we get home I am going to give you a hug and a kiss and a diet Dr. Pepper. I'm not going to play video games for an hour and I'm going to practice my reading and hang out with you and dad." That kid knows how to show the love;-)

Today it rained and rained and rained. It really started to make me ornery. I had to keep picturing Mike over in Yakima, in horrible weather, trying to put up antennas for an Army exercise to help me put things in perspective. I don't understand how people live and love this weather their entire lives, knowing there are clear skies and sunshine out there somewhere. I'm just trying to hold out for two and a half more winters. Sometimes I feel so weak minded, but it makes me batty.

It isn't that I am unhappy. I am absolutely in love with my husband. Seriously, he is gone for one day today and I've missed him all day long. I love and adore my kids and I think they all feel the same way about me right now. What mom wouldn't be happy with just that? I am happy. I just feel drained of energy, of drive, of high spirits. It's difficult to feel that when the skies are low and dark and every outside thing is sodden and inhospitable. The rain is relentless these past few days and in my opinion you can only feel "cozy" for so long.

Sadie is sniffing and huffing in the other room. I had better go find my sweet girl some cold medicine. She is in the midst of her final rehearsals for Snow White Goes West and she is struggling to fight off a cold.




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