I've got sunshine in a bag.

This picture of Cole is about 3 years old. He was 2 in it. It was taken the first Christmas we were in Mississippi.

I love this picture because of Cole's smile. It's his carefree smile, his totally elated smile. It's one you only see when he isn't worried about anything and everything in his world is easy and perfect.

It's one I don't see very often.

B moved here last Tuesday. Which I'm pretty happy about. It's just 6.5 short more weeks to wedding now.

I think Cole is pretty happy, too. Because that smile that I don't see very often? I've lost count of how many times I've seen in the the last week.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

Okay, that's it. I'm moving to Hawaii.

There is 1-2 inches of snow outside. I live in Mississippi. This isn't supposed to happen. And it certainly isn't supposed to keeping happening again and again. I'm filing a formal complaint.

Cole, of course, is ecstatic. I sent him out the door a few minutes ago, all bundled up. Oh, it's also about 12 degrees outside right now, which explains why all my water is frozen. We're not even going to discuss how I feel about that.

But, Cole. Cole is thrilled that there is snow and he is getting to play in it. All last night he was waiting for it to be this morning so he could go out. First thing he checked this morning was to make sure the snow was still there.

It is. Obviously I need to migrate further south.

Ch-ch-changes.

Tonight I managed to work on Cole's room for a while. I got his foldable clothes sorted out and cleaned out. And I cleaned paint out of the carpet. Sigh. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head. Sometimes I really don't want to know.

I need to vacuum. Argh.

I haven't written much lately. I have two excuses. The first is that I have been busy.

I've been cleaning out around the house and cleaning around the house. I've been shopping for and ordering lots of various wedding related things. I've been freaking out about the fact that I'm having a wedding in 8.5 weeks. Plus, I've been doing my normal stuff: working, Cole-tending, and trying to not go crazy. How's that going for ya'? Not so great, thanks for asking.

The other excuse is that this isn't a wedding blog. See the title? Adventures as a Single Mom? Weeeeelllll.... that's becoming less and less true, and in 8.5 weeks, it won't even be technically true anymore. I'm not entirely sure what to do about that. I could just change to blog title, I guess, but Adventures as a Married Mom somehow doesn't quite have the same feel.

They're coming to take me away, haha!

It's been a day. Not a particularly long day, but a day nonetheless. A day that makes me want to say "ARGH!" and curl up on the couch with a movie. Or five.

But instead I'm heading out to take Cole to tae kwon do class (which he doesn't really want to go to) after sneaking in a shower that I didn't really have time for and some internet that I definitely don't have time for.

I'm having delusions of running away and joining a circus right now. I'm also trying to decide what to make for dinner. After which I will be doing a major deep clean of Cole's room. Joy. That is, of course, provided I don't stumble across a circus while I'm in town.

I can dream, right?

Take out the papers and the trash.

I like magazines. They are fun. They are a light read... like I can sit down and flip through on in about 30 minutes or less. Usually less. They make the perfect companion to talking on the phone or watching TV.

Tonight, I gathered up all my magazines. There were some in the bedroom and some in the living room. I piled them up and took this picture.

And then, I took them all out to the trash can.

Because they are just magazines. It's not like they might have some secret of the universe in them or something.

One thing down. 3,541,232,694 to go.

Yakkity yak, don't talk back.

There's a kind of hush...

I should be in bed. But I'm not. I don't know why.

I took a 3.5 hour naps this afternoon. It was so wonderful. I don't think it has anything with my current nonsleepiness, but you never know.

Have I mentioned how much I love having my kiddo home? I love having my kiddo home. More Doctor Who watching today... and I even let him stay up an extra hour tonight to watch the last episode on the disc. All he's wanted to do is cuddle with me since he got home, and how do you say no to that? Two days and he will be running around like a hooligan trying to stick his finger in my ear.

Thanks, B, for teaching him to stick his finger in my ear, oh-so-very-much.

I've got bunches to do the next two weeks. Bunches like grapes. Spring cleaning is happening early this year. Time to start going through all my junk and tossing out those things I don't need and never use and have laying around just because it's easier than tossing them out. By the way, there's a lot of those things. I am a pack rat.

I'm hoping my early spring cleaning will motivate spring to start early. But I'm not holding my breath. Seriously, though, if it did, that would rock. I hate being cold.

Time to get my lazy self in gear. Actually, it's time to get my lazy self in bed so that I can get in gear tomorrow. Sigh.

It's me again, Margret.

Okay...

...but why?