With half the family gone to snow camp, I'm home with four children ages 2, 3, 5 and 9. Abby and I are the only ones who don't have a cold. Timmy and John prefer to sleep in my bed when their older brothers are gone, which leaves me with about 8 inches of bed space. I tried to sleep in the living room last night, but Timmy came to look for me.
Something "fun" I get to do (besides taking the trash and the recycle bins to the road for pickup): I get to take care of two large, rambunctious dogs. In knee-deep snow. With only one too-short leash. That means leaving one dog in the kennel to bark while the other dog drags me through the snow. This morning I decided it was easier just to turn the dogs loose in the yard than to put my 8-months-pregnant self through the torture of being dragged through the snow. Snickers was a good dog and stayed in the yard, but while I went inside to get their water, Puppy ran away to the neighbours' yard. So I had to go fetch her. I also discovered that I do not have enough dog food to last till Friday. I will have to portion it out for them and make it last.
It's snowing again. Not a lot right now, but it's supposed to last till Friday, when it might turn to rain. I can handle rain. The place will be flooded with all the snow melting, but right now I think I will be so thankful for mud. It'll be tracked everywhere, but I don't think I'm going to care. The geese (the Canadian version of the spring-heralding robin) are coming back. Spring is coming!
And so is a baby. Only 4 weeks left!