This morning was rough. We had planned to get out of the house for the first time since the big snow storm on Sunday but Noah made some poor choices that, as a natural consequence, forced us to spend the morning at home. Every single time he returns home from his dad’s we go through this readjustment period. It’s hard. Sometimes VERY hard. Still, once he moved forward and out of his dark space, this day has proven to be rather lovely.
Aside from that little snag, this week has been so peaceful and productive around the house. With the internet out and no options to leave the house for days in a row, life was…well…simple. We baked bread. And more bread. We cooked. A lot. The house finally got organized to a tolerable level and I can sit in my living room without feeling anxious. We listened to the iPod and the record player while playing games or taking turns reading aloud to each other. Before we were dealing with wind chills of -40 we played in the snow, building forts and having snowball fights. The hot chocolate, laughter and love were all plentiful.