Day 30

My husband is sewing a giant pillow like thing to tuck next to the bottom of the front door to keep the draft out.
He is using some of the left over red felt from Halloween costumes and some of the kids out-grown t-shirts as stuffing.

He and my son sit together on the couch, my son is sewing up the end of the pillow while my husband gives him gentle pointers and encouragement. My husband is much better at sewing than I am. My husband knows actual stitches, their official names as well as their proper execution. Glad he's around to teach the kids this stuff.

I've been scuffing around today in my pj's and my husband's old grey plaid robe all day. I've got grey baggy circles under my eyes that coordinate nicely with the robe.

I'm feeling a bit run down and am so grateful that I can spend the day inside, puttering around, chatting with the family, making soup with the Thanksgiving leftovers, taking it easy.

I'm grateful that my husband ran errands for my mom today, that he went over to her house and took out her garbage, vacuumed her rugs, and made sure she was doing okay.

I had hoped to write a nice blog post today to commemorate 30 days of blogging, but it's just not going to happen. It's 7:30 in the evening and despite the fact that I haven't done much today and I slept in pretty late, I'm tired and all I want to do is snuggle back on the couch with everyone.

I think I might keep on with the daily blog writing for the month of December. Maybe I'll have more to say tomorrow, or the next day, or the next.

You don't really know what will happen until you sit down to write.