Will a new raincoat turn me into a person less grumpy about January, I wonder?
In January, I wonder and I wonder and I wonder.
Where has the cat gone, why are their voices so loud, what on earth do we have for dinner?
A piece is always missing, and I am always trying. Trying not to stare at my phone, trying not to cry, trying to hold together the calendar parts, trying to bend the days into a shape that might fit.
January is basically over, finally, and things are back to normal, the rhythm that almost feels like a routine, that definitely feels like home. The boys are reading books and banging out piano tunes, scavenging for metal scraps and building finger skateboard ramps, and I am wondering how on earth we got so lucky.
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There are plenty of good reasons to feel grumpy in January, and as your pictures prove -- plenty of reasons to smile. I worry though that there might not be enough books...
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