It’s raining tonight. I can’t help but wish it were snow, since a) it’s December and b) I’m a teacher. Mostly because I’m a teacher though, and we work hard for our Snow Days.
A pot of water is boiling on the stove for homemade macaroni and cheese. I use the term homemade loosely, since I’m following the recipe on the back of the Velveeta cheese box, and I’m pretty sure Velveeta is the furthest thing from homemade possible. Also, Becks is running around in his underwear, chasing the dog with some laser gun. The dog is wearing a bandana around her neck, and the whole scene is hilarious.
I also built a rather intricate dragon from Legos tonight, which took no less than an hour. Do kids actually build these things?
Oh, and there’s Christmas music playing in the background. And a scented candle lit.
B busy is folding laundry. God bless him.
These are the details from my life in the past hour. Because, guess why?
Because we’re a waiting family. And I’m going to have to keep awful busy while we’re waiting.
We’ve only been waiting since Wednesday, but that doesn’t mean that it already doesn’t seem like eternity. Especially when we’ve technically been a waiting family for a year and half. However, I can’t help but think that after months and months and months of negative tests, that that test is now {metaphorically} positive. It brings me hope.
So, we wait. Some of us will chase dogs in our underwear (not me). Some of us will do laundry (definitely not me). And, some of us will write and make processed foods.
Happy Sunday.
PS. The mac-n-cheese was super yummy. Fake cheese or not :)
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