Project 365 {week 6}

I am not entirely sure there were 7 days in this past week.

It’s all sort of a blur.

February 3: All the boys in the house in a cuddle pile.

February 3: All the boys in the house in a cuddle pile.

February 4: Got home before the boys and whipped up some cookies.

February 4: Got home before the boys and whipped up some cookies.

February 5: A gift from a friend...cute new boots!

February 5: A gift from a friend…cute new boots!

 

February 6: An apt reminder.

February 6: An apt reminder.

 

February 10: My knowing smile that we would probably have a snow day the next day.

February 7: My knowing smile that we would probably have a snow day the next day.

February 11: Yup, snow day. Also? Banana bread and cleaning the whole house.

February 8: Yup, snow day. Also? Banana bread and cleaning the whole house.

 

February 11: Fun with friends which means fun treats.

February 9: Fun with friends which means fun treats.

I felt like we were going, going, going all week.

Not in a bad way, just in a busy way.

The way that you forget to take pictures because it’s just…busy.

Speaking of busy…don’t forget about my Bona Clara party/giveaway/fundraiser going on NOW. Please consider purchasing. Proceeds go to the United Way to help victims of the Sandy Hook shooting.  The giveaway is no purchase necessary!

About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. Cuddle piles are awesome. Have a great week ahead!

  2. Cheers to a fast week that ended well! (I love fat snow days, so much)

  3. FEAR. False Evidence Appearing Real. You got this~ you can do it 🙂

  4. I ran out of days last week. I was a day off for some reason, multiple times during the week. I don’t even both with cookies anymore. I’m convinced it’s my oven, not me, that screws them up every time. EVERY TIME.