It’s 10:30 on Day Six of my resolution to post something here every day. I’m tired and my brain is absolutely empty. And I’ve taken a painkiller for my neck pain, so it’s anybody’s guess what I’m going to come up with.
The Big Guy and I cleaned out the shed today, with lots of help from out four-year-old. We hauled out bikes and scooters and sleds and snowboards and camping gear until I started wondering if some other, more active family has been storing their things in our shed witout our knowledge. For a few crazed moments, I thought that perhaps we had discovered some Midwestern version of Dr Who’s TARDIS, but it finally sunk in that no, we are just a family of pack-rats.
We found three high chairs, two strollers and a crib mattress, which is odd because we gave away all of our baby things long ago. I specifically remember giving the older kids’ things to a needy family after a housefire in our neighborhood. The Big Guy and I argued about it because he thought we should hold onto all of it but I swore we would never need it again.
Since I found out I was pregnant less than two weeks after that, he likes to say the he won that argument.
We gave all of that baby’s things away last summer. He had turned four and graduated to a Big Boy Bed and a bike with training wheels, so the crib and stroller went to a cousin with a new baby. There was no argument this time; tubes have been tied and we both agree that we are done. So done. With a four year-old, fourteen year-old and fifteen year-old, we had better be done.
So the baby gear in the shed is confusing.
But apparently the older two had a lot more outdoorsy fun than I remember them having. I can’t wait for snow this year so we can play outside together on all of those sleds! My eight year-old nephew has just moved here from Florida and this will be his first real winter; I can just imagine his squeals of delight riding one of those sleds down our hill!
I called his mother today to reserve him for the first snowfall.
So my brain is empty and my shed is well organized. And I’m going to bed soon with dreams of sledding and snowball fights. My big kids may be too old for that sort of thing, but life has given me my bonus baby and my little nephew, and we are going to have a great winter.
Bring on the cocoa and marshmallows, Old Man Winter. I’m ready for your worst.