Aw shucks!

I have a post all written out and edited and re-edited and mulled over for a few days, and it’s now ready to go up and then Frau Fancy and Nuts about Food go and mention me over on their blogs so now I can’t put up “The World’s Most Depressing Post Ever Written” because that would just scare away any of their readers that might come over to visit. So now what do I do?

Why, I can always dig in my well of inanities to lighten the mood, so here’s a few completely random thoughts for today. The tear-fest is rescheduled for tomorrow.

I’m beginning to think that seasons are completely over-rated. As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up in Texas, specifically Houston where the seasons are “Nice, barbecuing in shorts and flip-flops” – autumn - “OOOh, there’s a chill in the air I think I may need a cotton sweater today” – winter – “Ooooh, how nice it’s getting hot” – spring – “Damn, it’s hot” – day two of spring – “OMG, I think I’m going to die, it’s so fucking hot, get me inside, get me inside, I’m melting” – Summer – “Can’t move, can’t breath, in the 100% humidity and sweltering heat, my eyeballs are burning up” – August. Now I live in Northern Italy where we have the four canonic seasons. We are now at the beginning of spring. At first I was in awe of the budding plants, the pretty flowers, the melting snow and all the green bursting forth in a majestic show of mother nature’s power, now I’m a pathetic mess of sniffle-y nose and watery eyes cause of all the pollen and my kids have had bronchitis for two weeks now cause it’s hot in the sun, but there’s still a chill in the air so how the hell am I supposed to dress them in the morning?? Oh, you thought I was done complaining about the weather once it stopped snowing, did ya?

Somebody needs to explain to me how it is possible that in Italy by April one can no longer find summer clothes for one’s kids. I mean seriously, my kids (as I, assume, everyone else’s kids) are growing at such an insanely fast rate that buying them clothes in March for August seems a little ridiculous. But this is what one has to do in Italy, why, I simply cannot fathom. Plus, wouldn’t they sell more if they simply ordered more pieces per size so that the super organized mom that wants to get all her clothes shopping done in March can buy her clothes then, and the pathologically procrastinating mom, like me, can buy her boy’s new sweatpants when his old sweatpants are somewhere round his knees whatever the season? (not that that ever happened, or anything).

And lastly, ever since the Husband left my children have developed worst sleeping habits than a newborn. Last night I got up a grand total of eight times. Are they trying to kill me? So, I need a solution. I mean, I totally get that they miss daddy, but really, it’s not my fault he’s in the hospital. Frankly I would totally send them to spend the night with him at this point for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, but unfortunately kids in his wing of the hospital are quite frowned upon. I honestly don’t see why, they would totally lighten the mood, they would distract the patients in the adjoining rooms, the husband would pass the time and I’m sure all those night nurses would love to get a break from their nightshift to tend to my two little angels. Maybe I should sneak them in and leave furtively?

That’s all I’ve got for today folks, thanks for stopping by! Oh, and say hi in the comments, if you are so inclined.