It's snowing. Big flakes. And the flakes are sticking. To the ground and more importantly to my car. Barf. I realize I either need to move out of WI or get over the fact that winter is gonna come every stinkin' year, but I just can't. Winter sucks. It's cold and wet and wet and cold. Every once in a while it's pretty. Oh, and Christmas. But other than that...full suckage.
Upon waking this morning, it was pouring rain. So I sent Alex to day care in his usual jacket as of late..the zip-in part of his two part jacket. I am sure they won't be going outside and even if they do, with mittens and a hat, he will be fine. It just looks so bad to have a little monster running around in a thin liner coat...in the snow.
My lack of acceptance of the fact that winter in an unavoidable occurrence has posed another problem. I had to take the ice/snow scraper out of my car a while back. Not because it was gloriously not winter, but because Alex would always find it and then I had an armed 2 year old in the car with me. Buckled into a car seat or not, that is not a situation in which I want to continually find myself. So, I took it out and leaned it up against the garage wall so I would be smart and put it back in the car when there was snow in the forecast. Guess what didn't happen?
I would love to continue to blame this on Alex and play the helpless victim of having a toddler in WI; alas, I cannot. Yesterday, Alex saw the scraper and asked for it to come along with us. And as scenes of scraper-whacked temples and shattered back windows raced through my mind, I said no.
So, to recap...my child is not wearing weather appropriate clothing and I have no snow removal utensils. I am super good at being an independent adult.
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