First, if you came this way before and could have sworn you saw something my redecorating spree, you are not crazy. It was here. I have since decided I didn't want to leave the mindless prattle up there and deleted the post.
Carmi has been talking about color in his recent posts. Starting with a bold display of yellow and moving to the more subtle tones of tea. Perhaps it's these observance, or perhaps it's the grey sky and rain that covers my town today - either way, I find myself standing at the front door at staring at the row of tall, full red tulips. They now dwarf the once vibrant and dominate daffidols that inhabit the same bed. The yellow daffidols are starting to shrivel and fade. Those that are left are no match for the full velvety red.
I'm tired. I've not been sleeping well - I never do when Bruce travels. I tend to stay up too late trying to find time to unwind without my two shawdows. And despite all my hard wished wishes, I still end up rising early with the two little red heads.
The rain is needed yet when we've got errands to run and energy to burn it starts to become depressing. The house starts to feel confining. The mood starts to feel as drab at the sky.
The kids are tired too. Meg hardly napped and Logan's extra hour of sleep this morning hardly seemed to make up for going to bed the hour late last night for his "special" time. (Something I started this trip. He gets one night a week that Dad's away to be up after his normal bed time once his sister goes to sleep.) They're punchy. They're whiney. They're clingy.
We've cleaned the house and fixed up the rooms. Logan's room has long looked like the tornados he's been reading about lately have hit his room. Much to his dismay, we cleaned it. It took the presence of the "away box" to get his butt in gear.
We need a splash of color in our world today. We need to remember the bright and happy.
We'll rely on the red right outside our door: