I’m having a hard time writing lately. I even rewrote the title to this post four times, and I’m still not happy with it. I’ve written a couple of posts and have one in draft mode now, but I either end of deleting them or can’t finish them because the writing just won’t flow.
Today school is closed because of a winter storm. The trees are glazed with ice, snow is covering the ground, and tiny icicles are dripping from my deck rail.
I am hoping that today will be a good day to make gingerbread houses from scratch and I’ll be able to write about that. I am hoping that today will not be like yesterday, which involved EVERYTHING going wrong, to include: absolute chaos during tree trimming; much screaming at the children and tears; complete and utter depressed mood; missing the entire second half of Frozen because Zoë refused to sit still and lost her damn mind. We spent a lot of time in the arcade not playing games. She just really liked messing with the levers and looking at all the animation that was so intense and flashy that it came with a warning for epileptics.
So, here’s to a new day and hope that I’ll be able to start putting coherent sentences together again.