Monday miscellany

Is it possible to fall into a hormonal funk just after getting your period? Because it's happened to me twice in a row now. Post-MS. I think I hate it even more than PMS. It was exacerbated today because I had a headache and decided to lie down while Eva was napping. I fell asleep and didn't pick Lucas up (damn early out day!). He waited for me for almost half an hour (!) then walked home in the snow. He was very wet, he was very cold, and he was mad at me. I apologized profusely, but he was determined to make me suffer. He sat in his room for about an hour, doing nothing, just being mad that his early out day was wasted and he no longer had time to play with a friend (never mind that he would have had time had he not wasted that hour by sulking). I really think he wanted to make me feel bad, and I'll tell you it worked. Nothing like feeling like a bad mother to ruin your day.

I took many photos, trying to capture the amazing depth of snow on our deck. None of them seemed to really show what I see, so I decided on this -- fluffy, unmarred, and oh so plentiful. I'd say we have about 18 inches out there now (due to several storms with minimal melting in-between). This is by far the most snow we've had in the 10 years we've lived in Utah. I saw our mail carrier today on a different street and I really felt for him. The roads have so much snow on them that only the center area is clear, which means that he has to park several feet from the curb and then trudge through the deep snow to get to the mailboxes. Repeat all day long.

Recently I was wondering if I was done with quilting. I wondered how I could be so passionate about something, and then... not so much. But then I saw a book at Costco today with this quilt:

and now I know: I'm not done with quilting! I love this!

My kids have proven once again that a giant cardboard box is the best toy ever. (Now I don't know how I will ever get rid of it...) I may have to corral more giant boxes and have them make a whole town, because I just found out that Marc is going on a week-long research trip two weeks from today.

Also, I forgot to take pictures of my new hair after I got it done on Saturday. I took some self-portraits yesterday, with second-day hair, and they turned out pretty scary. Then I took some more today, with freshly-washed curly hair, and they were even scarier. Suffice it to say that I went brown, I got bangs (!) and I'm not sure that I like it...