Ramblings . . .

Rambling #1.  It's funny to look back at your own blog and think that your life is an emotional roller coaster!  One day the kids can do no wrong; the next, their life is in danger.  One day, Ben is the dearest husband ever; the next, I wonder how we'll ever make it.  One day, I'm on top of the world; the next, you could peel me off the bottom of your shoe.  You are so patient to ride along with me.  I think it's pretty fascinating to follow someone's crazy life, what they're thinking, hoping, etc. . . . as an innocent bystander, of course.  It's a different story when YOU are the crazy one!

Rambling #2.  Today is one of those dreary, windy, brisk days.  A day that allures and tempts, coaxing me to sit in a cozy chair, wrap up in a soft blanket, read a fabulous book, drink a soothing cup of cocoa, and avoid all responsibility.  ALL responsibility.  Unfortunately, I'm pretty good at all those things and often desire them over anything else.  Such are my winter moorings.  I knew they would come.  I just need to learn how to balance them (even if I don't want to).  Keep up with the everyday, while still making time for my cozy chair moments.  I keep up at home, because I'm a hermit in winter.  I like to clean, I like to tidy-up.  But I don't keep up outside my home.  I don't feel like talking to anyone when it's cold.  Isn't that sad?  It's called social hermitage.  And living where I do, in the country, makes it more than easy to execute.  I never thought the day would come when I thought visiting was exhausting.  But in the winter, it is.  Or maybe I should say "superficial visiting," because there's nothing more comforting than cozying up with a dear friend for a nice chat.  Those moments are treasured.  So, if you ever want to talk to me this winter, you better come up with some pretty deep things to talk about . . . or else:).  I'll try to have the blankets and cocoa ready!