It's cold and icy and blah out there, but I seem to have mostly recovered from whatever cold/sinus bullshit was going on last week. Or else I've just accepted that not being able to breathe through my nose super-comfortably is the way I live now, and probably will until spring, when the pollen comes along to fully suffocate me from inside my own face.
(Yes, I'm going to see an allergist for testing and shots and all that, but clearly I am not ready to let go of my gloomy pessimism and penchant for colorful language about the mucus situation.)
There's shockingly little to report from around here, honestly. The kids get up, go to school, and even the level of morning chaos is at an all-time low. Everybody takes care of their own shit, I float around the edges offering reminders about library books and lunch boxes, then tsk tsk after they've barreled out the front door because we still aren't 100% on clearing your own breakfast dishes or throwing away your banana peel.
Speaking of bananas, both real and figurative, Ezra had a playdate this weekend at a neighbor's house. I'm sorry to report that his long-time engagement to his girlfriend from first grade appears to be in real peril because now he says he's falling in love with this new girl, a girl who happened to make "getting to know Ezra Storch better" one of her New Years' resolutions at school, OMG, we're so doomed. Anyway, his new little lady friend's mom was very complimentary of his behavior, especially because he threw his banana peel away without having to be asked.
Kid is only eight and already working a strong "impress the parents" game. Wow.
But not at all surprising from this little love bug. Sorry, girlfriend from first grade. You lost a real catch.