Little Little Lots

I'm now the proud owner of this broken bird. Yep, my child pulled it off a shelf at a store that just opened this week. It fell on the ground and instantly broke. While we could've just shoved it back on the shelf and walked away like many people do, we knew that wasn't the example we wanted to set for our children. So we took the bird up to the counter and told the cashier we would like to buy it. She seemed confused at first, but we explained what happened and she rang it up. We paid for it and went on our way. When we got home, we went straight for this child's piggy bank and removed the money that it cost us for this bird. There was more confusion from our child (because we have never had to do something like this before) about why we were "taking" money away. So, I sat down and explained that we did not plan on purchasing this bird and especially did not plan on purchasing one that was broken. And since we had to buy a broke...

Lately, every day feels like Groundhog Day in my  house.  No, not the "holiday" we had last week about seeing shadows and all that.  More like the Bill Murray movie from 1993. You know the one where every day he wakes up to do the same things over and over again? It's like that right now in my house. Get up, get breakfast on the table, wash up some dishes, do some laundry, referee the fights between the kids, etc., etc. See the weather is too cold to take the children out to go play, there is too much sickness being spread around for us to go out to many indoor play places, and I think we are all going a little stir crazy.  I mean I find myself saying the same things and cleaning up the same things a million times a day. Seriously, as soon as I get one thing put away and move to the next thing, the first thing has already been taken out and spread all over the house.  And I would be lying if I said I didn't hate it sometimes. Sometimes I ...