I'm fighting against the seasons.
I'm completely unprepared for winter since autumn came about two weeks ago.
Not so fun for Lanette.
Snow suits should not be worn on Halloween.
No, we don't have snow, but it feels cold enough for me to don a full-on head to toe parka! Admittedly, I am always cold by nature. Add to that a climate of coldness and you get a Lanette who purchased a tanning package (ahh, cancer, I know) to cure my depression during the coming winter months. I'm foretelling/diagnosing my own winter depression. Or should I say I'm already psyching myself out that I'll get depressed in the winter? Either way, I'll be prepared . . . and tan . . . and praying that seven minutes in a tanning bed once a week will not give me cancer.
Fortunately, for my psyched-out self, the evening hours were beautiful. The sunset was full and pink and rich. The wind was non-existent. The kids were raking leaves, coatless and barefoot. Oh, and Lincoln was raking leaves with a swiffer. Imagine that. I caught a few priceless moments out there. I felt happy seeing their red noses, messy hair, and . . . my swiffer. They were working and they were happy. We usually are when we're being useful, aren't we? God gave me a tender-mercy moment, as if He were saying, "You'll make it through, Lanette. Savor this moment. Winter will NOT kill you." Even God has a sense of humor. I'm sure of it.
It's 12:30 a.m. I just finished watching a movie with Ben. He doesn't work tommorow. But I've got a 2nd grade halloween party to tackle . . . on five hours of sleep. Nice. BTW, did I ever tell you that I'm not very disciplined when it comes to using my time wisely?