March On

I, like everyone, am in a bit of a funk and need the snow to melt.  On Monday, I run errands, get home, get Ellie in for nap and just sit down with the heating pad on my thrown out back to hear drip.  Drip.  Drip.   My first instinct is to blame the dogs.  Then I turn around.   The beam framing the bay window is wet on the left side.  And it's dripping.   I call Todd and get buckets. Turns out that gallons of water were trapped on different parts of our roof.  Over the front door, so much rushed down I thought they had a heater up there.  They cleaned off as much was needed without taking to much ice with shingles with it. It stopped dripping.  For now.  

Adam keeps asking when spring will be here then talks about it being his favorite. He doesn't care for my answer.  

Ellie is a toddler now. Runs off, throws herself to the ground and cries when she hears no.   She wants to be a big kid, making herself at home at pre k.  

Abbey is accepting that her birthday is over and planning next year's.  She has a new and sudden obsession with Lightning McQueen.

Ellie will steal snacks at school if they're out.  She takes her coat off even!   My hands are on fire as I type this my carpal tunnel is getting worse.  My physical issues are making me grumpy.