I woke up this morning to winter. Having not taken the weather forecast seriously, I wasn’t prepared to be brushing a heavy layer of snow off of my car. If it weren’t so windy, it would be such a gorgeous snowy day because the snow is wet and sticky and is coating everything like frosting on a sugar cookie.
I wish I had a digital camera so I could share.
Because it’s cold and the weather lady said the snow and wind would keep up all day, I decided last minute to pack a lunch for work. I threw together a green salad and chicken salad on rolls, packed an apple and made a smoothie. The smoothie was meant to be a morning snack, but I started it before my coffee was gone because I cannot resist a strawberry peach smoothie. It’s impossible.
It’s hard to believe I can talk about food right now. I still have a touch of the cold. I just can’t shake it. As a bonus, my stomach is now upset with me.
This morning at home should have been easy enough, but for some reason I couldn’t keep it together when it was time to leave. The Toddler whined about having his shoes on, whined about the heavier jacket, whined about keeping the stocking cap on his head, whined about being carried to the car, whined about being carried into daycare… When I tried to put the cap on his head before walking out the door, he knelt so I missed. I picked him up under his arms, but he wouldn’t put his feet down. It was intense and I was out of patience. As I was dealing with this little flopping tantrum thrower, my daughter burst through the front door and announced, “THE CAR IS LOCKED!” Well, her door was locked, but generally the car that IS RUNNING AND DRIPPING THE MELTING SNOW HAS THE KEYS IN IT AND AT LEAST ONE DOOR IS UNLOCKED. And LET’S PUT ON OUR CRITICAL THINKING CAPS AND SOLVE OUR PROBLEMS!!!
I apologized for yelling at her on the way to school. She said she understood and forgave me and blew kisses as she climbed out of the car and squish-squashed her way toward the building.
I felt really bad for losing it with The Toddler because he likes walking independently and enjoys opening and closing the gate at daycare all by himself. It’s not fun to have your autonomy snatched away just because your “mahi” likes to wear clean and dry pants to work and doesn’t want your wet shoes slopping up the sitter’s floors. He kissed me a dozen times (literally) when I dropped him off at daycare, so I think we’re made up.
