The Misanthropist breaks radio silence, has mixed feelings

For the last month, this is how I've categorise humanity*:



*Except people who read this blog. Unless I also know you in real life, in which case I probably at the very least want to push you over in the snow.

It's been a very trying month between Jamie's chicken pox, Maia's chicken pox and then school closures because of the snow. In what should have be my busiest and most profitable time of the year, I've lost seventeen days of childcare, more than 50 hours of sleep, six packages in the mail and probably a four figure sum in lost sales at a time we need it most. It's been frustrating to say the least, and I've mostly resided somewhere between ragey and stabby.

But now that life will (hopefully) return to normal on Monday, I can reflect on something positive that's come out of this month: I've rediscovered that Jamie and Maia are actually rather delightful. It's been a long time since I have spent full days with them and an even longer time since I've spent full days with just one of them. Individually, without the constant sibling squabbling and with my (mostly) undivided attention, what a joy they are to hang out with. Even when the snow sequestered both of them in the house, the three of us relaxed into a more content threesome. Buoyed with the success of our Christmas-themed redecoration, we even attempted more Christmas crafting and made some angels for the tree. Angels look like bats, right?

Only two time-outs were administered during the making of this ornament.

Angel's smiling face courtesy of Jamie. Jamie's red snowball face courtesy of Dad (accidentally I should add).

These ornaments are unlikely to make it to the tree as they insist on sleeping with them.


I think I might miss them a bit come Monday. But I am looking forward to an uninterrupted shower.