Bad Night.

Last night was a very windy night. Normally the howling of the wind doesn't disturb me and I can typically ignore it. But this particular night it was forcing our electricity on and off. I don't mind not having electricity at night... what I do mind is when our fire/smoke detectors go off. They're hooked up electrically so there are no batteries you can pull out. Instead it was chirping and making high pitched noises ALL night. Needless to say it was a sleep deprived night: predominantly for Mike and the children. He was up with them all through the night. We had an impromptu family party of milk and graham crackers from 1:00- 2:15. So we are a tired family today. Mike was so kind to let me get as much rest as I could. He's really a saint. So today's a kind of lay-low, chill day. That's what we're hoping for anyway.

Tomorrow is Libby's Valentine's Day party at school. She is quite excited and anticipating all the fun. I was planning on making home-made Valentine's with her and heart shaped cookies and that has been reduced to giving her classmates candy with a to and from on them :) And instead of making cookies I went to Trader Joe's and got a snack... Oh well for good intentions.

Almost passed out at the post office today. It was so WARM in there and I couldn't handle it. The dear man assisting me was on oxygen and it took him sometime to process the packages I was mailing and cards. I literally walked out of the office with no coat on because I needed the freezing cold to revive me... thankfully it worked. And did I mention it is so, so, so, so frigid cold outside!

We leave for Va in 2 days. We're driving down after Mike's class at 4 p.m. on Wed. I'm really looking forward to the marriage conference in Williamsburg and celebrating our little man's birthday. Samuel will be 2 on the 16th!

Well, off to fix mac n' cheese. Hope your day is peaceful and quiet.


Sarah said…
we have those fire alarms too! ugh!!

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