Oh, the snow sure was purty today… from my window, anyway…

Having to go get chicken food this afternoon? Bleh. Wrapped up like a tortilla in layers of maternity clothes, with nothing but my eyes exposed, yet the temps turn my toes (from inside snow boots) into numb ice cubes and fingertips (through two pairs of knit gloves) into useless burning tentacles! Oh, and let’s not forget the lovely build up of SNOT that drips into the scarf wrapped tightly around the lower half of your face, (yum.) Lil’ E and I hold on to Hubby’s arms for dear life since we both stand to lose our lives (yes, I’m a drama queen) slipping on slick icey sidewalk. By the time I get back to the house, I’m walking on my heels in hopes that the .5 inch distance from the ground will keep my toes from needing to be amputated! (Did I mention I lived in Florida MY WHOLE LIFE?)

But, seriously, had you seen how cabin fever we were today, you’d know that I complain only in good heart. We woke up BEFORE the butt crack of dawn for Hubby to decide whether or not to take a PTO snow day, so I got to workin’ super early only to lose my internet access a few times. By noon we had exausted ourselves with munchies and daytime TV in the background, while Hubby and Lil’ E resorted to pillow fights (with lots of lovely shrill shrieking from the 3 year old). I put on LOST season 1 when the soaps took over network television, after giving up hopes that Hubby would play me in a hearty game of scrabble (I think I wooped his arse a bit too hard this weekend – hurt his ego). Finally, we just had to leave the house. Sanity depended on it.

Sometimes I feel stir-crazy like this from a normal week, snow not included. When work assignments are slow and there’s no one to chit chat with save the incessant narrative of my WAY TOO VERBAL toddler, I tend to get a bit nuts. It’s that fine balance between staying open enough with your schedule that you have time to raise a child AND take work assignments simultaneously, verses getting your plate productively full and risking overload. There are nice long work days that make ya feel like a normal adult again, (pleasantly exausted), and there are other days when life has been set on slow-mo and you are making up songs to sing while you lay on the floor. (When I said nuts, you believed me, right?)

But, then, what is there to complain about, really? Ha! Nuthin, sweets! Keep on keepin’ on.