Today is the perfect day to hunker down and do something inside. It's totally appropriate weather for this date and place; windy and cold with some snow flying about.
In my fantasy world, I would be sitting by a roaring fire knitting something gorgeous with lovely wool. There would be something delightful in the oven and the kiddos would be doing kid-appropriate but not obnoxiously loud things around me. Perhaps playing board games together or reading or drawing or even playing with their trains. Together. Without fighting.
Instead all but the youngest two are off at school. I need to go through my stash and see if I have any sock-worthy wool because I am in a sock-knitting kind of mood. We don't have a fireplace and anyway it drives *N*'s allergies crazy to be around a wood-burning fire.
In my fantasy world I would live in the country and be more self-sustaining. I read blogs about people who spin their own wool and dream of spinning and dying my own yarn. I dream of doing lots of creative and lovely and very basic things, but for now they are dreams. I know that I must accept that I have limits, in time and talent.
I am where I am for a reason and a season and I need to embrace it. Right now a cold day means sitting in my little home without a spinning wheel or a fireplace, but with a 3 yo at my side and a 5 month old snuggled up asleep on my shoulder. There may be time in the future to learn to spin or to soak up quiet by a roaring fire or to build or sew or any number of things, but for now a sofa and a blanket and a book about a quiet old lady whispering "Hush" will be just fine.
I can do bits and pieces. I made a pair of socks for *I* last week. He loved them and I have received "orders" from other brothers. Perhaps I'll bake cookies today...or tomorrow.
Thank You, Lord, for the reminders to be content where I am. Thank You for the blessings of warmth and safety, family and friends where I am right now.