The above best describes today.
Tired, grumpy, emotional, just-let-me-crawl-in-a-hole-and-let-me-alone.
And not just for me- the boys were right there, too.
However, there were bits of sunshine . . .
. . . mixed with a flurry of snow showers.
Life just outside our home very much reflected the life going on inside.
But we marched on . . . on beyond the stressful school project, the broken gun during the airsoft war, the wet that kept us inside and the boring errand that drug us outside.
We marched on pass the arguments, the chores that needed to be done, the emotional strain of missing one we love, and the anxieties of what is to come.
We marched past the tears, the frustrations with school mates, the disappointments life brings, and a hundred things that need doing . . . that no one can manage to do right now.
We marched right through the day until we could come to this . . .
. . . a cheery fire to warm us . . .
. . . a candle lit . . .
. . . a good book and green ginger tea . . .
. . . toasty, furry company . . .
. . . dinner that is poured directly from a can and a fresh baguette with butter . . .
. . . a different spot to share our meal, fill our bellies, and breathe.
We three are here, and we have had our daily bread. The evening has settled in, and while the dishes just keep procreating, there's a fire burning just for us.