I realized this afternoon that it's been a couple of weeks since I've posted here, so I thought I'd check in and dust off the ol' blog. It's...well, it's March. March may be my least favorite month of the year, right up there with January, simply because it's so long and it's got this awkward not-quite-winter/not-quite-spring thing going on. Although to be fair, March weather in Washington does feel like spring to a Montana girl who grew up expecting equal parts snow and sunshine after her birthday. And even though I arrive in my classroom each day to find my students huddled pathetically around the heater (might I add that it never occurs to them to wear a coat to school? Or even a sweatshirt?), I think the weather out here is absolutely gorgeous right now. It's sunny and crisp and things are beginning to grow again. No, it's not seventy-five degrees, but it's March. Why am I surrounded by people who complain incessantly about how frozen they are all the time?
Then again, I just happen to like weather. I wouldn't mind it if rained all weekend, except that I'd really love it if we (and by we, I mean Matt) could get the lawn mowed this weekend. I wouldn't mind if it snowed a little, because I trust that it will not be snowing three months from now. And if it's sunny, I'll suggest to Matt that we bundle up and head out for a hike at Dash Point State Park. Or Discovery Park, if we're feeling ambitious.
...Annnnd I've managed to write two paragraphs about the weather. How Midwestern of me.
Tonight, Suzannah and I are chilling at home, waiting for Matt to arrive with food from Trader Joe's. She's watching Finding Nemo, which is her new favorite movie, and I just have to say:
THIS MOVIE IS TOO TRAUMATIC FOR ME.
I took my cousins to see it when it came out in the theaters several years ago, and I don't remember feeling particularly angsty about it. So when Aaron and Morgan brought it over for Suzannah to watch, I was all, yay! Cute fishies! But I apparently forgot about the beginning, where the Mama fish and all the babies (except for Nemo) die in this vicious attack, and Nemo's dad wakes up to find his one tiny little fish egg left, and then if that isn't bad ENOUGH, Nemo has to turn into this little kid (fish, whatever) who wants to be independent, and his understandably overprotective papa has some issues with this. And then Nemo takes his SCREW YOU, DAD attitude a little too far one day and gets scooped up by a diver and plopped into a fish tank in a dentist's office and his papa is ALL ALONE IN THE SEA. And I cannot even handle it. I'm just not at a point where I can deal with all of these Life Lessons, because suddenly Suzannah is that little clown fish and I AM ALL ALONE IN THE SEA because she has turned into a mouthy teenager or whatever, and aposidjalskdjfas.
I should probably start a fund right now for all the therapy this kid will need because of me.
(Suzannah, by the way, completely adores this movie. I might be a bad, bad Mama for letting her watch it, but she doesn't seem to be traumatized, even if the Life Lessons are lost on her for the time being.)
All I really need from this Friday night -- and I'm dreaming big here -- are the following things:
1. For bathtime to go smoothly (Suzannah is currently in her NO BATH, MAMA phase again)
2. For Suzannah to go to bed at a reasonable hour
3. Pad Thai and these fabulous lemongrass chicken rolls from Trader Joe's
4. Pop Secret Homestyle popcorn
5. An episode or two of Friday Night Lights
I'll take my Life Lessons from Tami Taylor for the time-being.
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