...but it's been snowing relentlessly all day, which should fill me with childlike joy, but instead drains all the spunk out of my bones, what with the cold and the snow and the dripping piles of snow gear all over the house. *sigh*
Rather than a proper blog I leave you with the following exchange:
Me : Get UP off the floor, GO downstairs, and BRUSH your teeth.
Raphael (scooting around the kitchen on his back) : I can't. I was just wondering why I'm here?
Me : Get up. You're too young to have an existential crisis.
Max (also not downstairs, brushing his teeth) : What's that?
Me : An existential crisis is when you say and do a lot of really stupid things while you try to figure out important stuff like "Why am I Here? What is my purpose in life?" Right now *I* am here to answer these questions for you, and the answers are: "Because you're not obeying your mother, and your current purpose in life is to floss and brush. More will be revealed in time."
Max : Sometimes I don't know what you're saying.
Raphael : (nods in sober agreement from the floor)
Me : *sigh*
But eventually they did brush their teeth, and a while after that they even went to sleep. And now I am yeilding to the temptation of a steaming hot bath. I shall sink into its restorative waters, read my book, and remind myself periodically to release the tension in my shoulders, as I do tend to carry them near my ears all winter long. As the stress and cold melt away I will at least know this: Sometimes it matters not why I'm Here, as long as I can end up here.