White death. Sort of.

So the kids are off school today. Morning started rocky. Kids got up way early even though they knew last night school was cancelled. I have to clean the house for the birthday party tomorrow and hoping I can enlist the kids through an intricate reward system. Thankfully we ordered a meat tray(from Izzy's) complete with pickles and potato pancakes. The cake was ordered from the bakery too. I really tried to make this easy on us with all the goings on in our house right now. There was a casualty today. My younger son's favorite shell from our Florida trip was broken during cleaning. He is beside himself. He loves to carry it around and tells everyone how he found the biggest and most special shell on the beach. Hopefully someone can repair it. It is missing two small pieces. Spackle or something should work to fix it. He is really upset. I have to remember how important things were to me when I was young. That shell carries some of the best memories he may ever have. That trip was magical to him and I have absolutely no regrets taking that trip. I think it was one of the best things that ever happened to our family because there was no work, very little conflict and every day was a new adventure for them. I hope it is not the last. We belong to a barter program that may allow us to use the "barter dollars" for another vacation. That would be cool.
See how I got off on a tangent? It happens. I need to get my day going and get some orders out. I had to drink real coffee today. That's saying something.
(Oh boy, first time spell check has worked in almost 2 weeks. That's welcome.)

Busy, busy

It's pouring here this morning and it's my son's birthday. I am trying to finish all my work early so we can go to dinner tonight. I've been working so much lately, even through the weekend to catch up.
I'm trying to get productive early since I have so much to accomplish today. My brain doesn't start being "creative" until after 9 am but I need to force it with some coffee this morning.
Yesterday was weird(hard) as I saw a woman in town I know was pregnant at the same time I was with my first miscarriage. It is hard to see her little girl and not get melancholy as mine would be the exact same age. Apparently, she is pregnant again and looks to be as far along as I would have been had I carried the child. I know God puts these situations before me as an opportunity to remember my children and offer up the suffering it brings for something worthwhile. I am, at the same time, aware of how human and weak I am when it hurts because of the loss, not being able to hold them and love them here on earth. Anyway, I don't want to drudge up yesterday's emotions today, I have to be focused. I'm sure other women have gone through this and that helps knowing I am not alone.
I have a meme to do via Tracy this week and will get on that task later this evening.