oh dear

{note: i know loads of bloggers write little letters as posts, so i am not claiming an ounce of originality in this one, but i was just feeling it}

dear house,
could you miraculously generate some insulation so that we can stop wearing like 18 layers of clothing twenty four hours a day? i think my new nickname could be chilly willy.

dear heater,
if house doesn't respond to above request could you actually become efficient and keep our tiny house warm?

dear little m,
please stop growing up so fast. i just love watching you discover the world, but you are full on tumbling into childhood and i think my baby is gone forever. please also rejecting your nap. you kind of need it. (and so do i.)

dear body,
first, i am sorry i haven't actually been exercising lately. it would do wonders, i know. i haven't meant to neglect you - i am just so so tired & it is so cold outside & i have way mre excuses than time for you. also, could you stop deciding that it is really fun to wake up at all hours? i'm really not into this tossing and turning for 2-3 hours every night.

dear matt,
um, sorry about that 2-3 hours of tossing and turning that i just mentioned. thanks for loving me even when i drastically cut into your sleep schedule. also, you are a very good daddy to little m, and i'm so thankful for all of the extra time you've been playing with her so that i can meet my freelance deadlines.

p.s. matt, that dinner last night was amazing- roasted cauliflower and homemade meatballs. too bad i didn't have room for the salad. the meatballs took over that section of my tummy. oops!

dear hair,
we need to figure out a new plan. this whole shaggy-growing-out-since-february look is not too becoming.

dear christmas treats in the kitchen,
stop calling my name.

dear shady real estate agent,
uh, you are very sneakypants. i don't appreciate the fact that you just ruined the offer that we put on that house with your complete lack of anything resembling professional and ethical behavior. i am very sad and i think you are lame.

dear brother,
i know life is really hard right now. i love you.

dear christine,
little alex's surgery is going to go great! be at peace and snuggle that little boy up!

dear studio,
i'm sorry that i've been so slammed with deadlines. i will return with a painting vengeance - i promise.

dear sufjan stevens,
i may not like christmas music (unlike 95% of the population), but i adore your christmas album. i could play it on repeat for days. oh wait. i do play it on repeat for days!

xo,
me