...January that is.
Last night after dinner, Mark and I sat freezing in the living room, each with our own blanket, while watching the boys play. Dinner and dishes were done, and it was pitch black out. It was only 5:30pm.
Mark remarked how this had been the longest January that he could remember. I agreed with him, while monitoring the boys take turns jumping off of the couch, then began to count in my head how many more hours until they would be in bed.
"Let's go to Home Depot," he suggested. We didn't need anything.
"Target then?" No, because we always find something we think we need at Target.
"Warm pie at Perkins?" hhmmm, that was a little tempting.
In the end we ran to higher ground (the upstairs playroom), where the air is a bit warmer. The boys and Mark played "Shoot," where they try to dodge arrows from a Nerf gun, and I opted for making some cookies.
Having survived the stillness and monotony of the night, we are reminded that regardless of how very cold it could be, February is always a short month.