Actually, it's sort of silly to say "guilt-induced writing", because I love writing on here, when I actually make that happen. I just feel guilty for people who want to see more pictures of my kids that I don't update very often. So, here's a little bit of stuff before I head to bed.
It's been pretty stressful, with Evan away so much. Here's a list of things I tried to remember this week, when I wanted to bury my head in my arms and howl.
- Pretty snow.
- The fact Marilla has to track me down about 50 times a day to tell me she loves me and hug me. (She's still getting over the trauma of pre-kindergarten, maybe? We un-enrolled her, since she was so adamant that she did not want to go anymore.)
- Lincoln and Rilla were pretending to be Elsie and Gilbert this week. Lincoln portrayed his Gilbert-ness by pretending his hands were a book and flipping it through saying, "read, read, read!" I'm glad I have a cute reading nephew, and I'm glad my son notices this.
- The fact I have so many lovely books to read stacked up on my nightstand. We'll gloss over the fact that I'm racking up some serious fines by letting some of them go overdue because I don't have time to read them.
- The elaborate castles Elliott draws.
- The "dream house" plans Cheyenne is drawing lately. And because they are "dream" houses, they are drawn in a puffy dream bubble. Her library is enormous, and she keeps an entire wardrobe of fat lady clothes in her guest room so I don't even have to pack when I go to visit her. (I called them fat lady clothes, she didn't).
- How grown up Lincoln's grammar is getting. It helps, in the midst of toddler meltdowns, to hear his precise pronunciation and correct grammar. So while I was trying to hold him still Wednesday night, he was clearly whispering, "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" (I wasn't.) For some reason, that made me smile.
- How eager Rilla and Lincoln were to help me as I cleaned house frantically this week, getting ready for company. If I called one to carry something or do something, the other would arrive, shouting, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"