I keep thinking that this is the week I will get all caught up–I’ll wash the laundry and fold it too and put it away; the grocery shopping will be accomplished (did I say Accomplished? Yes, because that’s what it feels like when you have to drive 45 min. each way to a tiny store where sometimes there is no bread, or only skim milk, and where, if 2 people meet in the same aisle, someone has to back out); the house will be swept and the wood bin filled (we’re still burning wood, folks! This is Montana, land of the May snow!) and of course, the emails. Every last email will be answered, every one of you kind souls who has written to share with me your thoughts, your lives, your hearts. I will answer them all, I promise.
But since this isn’t the week I’m all caught up afterall (maybe it’s next week?), I’ll share with you the big new developments chez Groneberg: 1) all the boys got haircuts, and 2) the funky, in all senses of the word, red toilet seat with the cartoon of the owl winking at you has been replaced with a plain white one.
If these aren’t signs of growth and progress, what are?