37.6
Three days ago, the kidlets had shorts on. Right now, the temperature outside is 37.6 degrees (thank you, weatherbug!). 37.6!!!! And it's pouring...snow, snow, snow! If I wake up tomorrow and there is not a blanket of white stuff all over our very sad patch of grass, I just might run outside in my pajamas and bare feet and yell loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Or I may stay in my nice warm bed and grumble.
When I was growing up, my parents didn't do a ton of stuff to annoy me, but the few things that they did do registered very high on my list. One of these things was the announcement, "We're going to take a drive." Did you parents ever do this? I didn't think so. I think this is inherantly a Bu***ng thing to do. They'd put us in the car (or worse yet, we'd already be out with them running some kind of errand or innocently on the way home from church) and drive us to nowhere. This really lit my fire because I had no control - and obviously being trapped in the car with my family for any amount of time going nowhere wasn't in my to-do list. We'd just drive...and they'd be happy as a pregnant woman with a pint of ice cream. Drive to nowhere, just to see where the road went. Really.
So today, it started snowing near the middle of our little town while DH was gettng himself a bagel (which I can't have, stupid SB Diet!!!!). Without warning, we threw jackets/hats/mittens on the kids and shoved them in their car seats (which don't work very well with jackets/hats/mittens). And we drove. At least we had a purpose: find snow that's sticking to the ground. This took some driving down roads that we'd never been on, way back into hills where DH introduced the children to the phrase "Rednecks & White Trash" (don't worry, I have cleansed them).
Along the way, Boo turned into me. It is still pretty dang amazing that God really clones you in your children. If there was any doubt left in my mind that she is definitely my child, she started in with, "When are we going to get there? Why are we just driving? Where are we going? This road goes nowhere, Daddy. Now Daddy's got us lost. Ohhhhhhh (whine). This is no fun. My mitten fell off. I don't see any snow. Where are we? Daddy can't find the way home now, can he?" for at least 45 minutes. And normally I would've just chalked her comments up to being 5 and anxious to find snow...except that I kept having these eery flashbacks to being trapped in the station wagon with my parents, driving nowhere. I have sympathy for her. And I did what my parents did when my control-freak personality bugged them: I told her to zip it.
Snow, snow, snow!
When I was growing up, my parents didn't do a ton of stuff to annoy me, but the few things that they did do registered very high on my list. One of these things was the announcement, "We're going to take a drive." Did you parents ever do this? I didn't think so. I think this is inherantly a Bu***ng thing to do. They'd put us in the car (or worse yet, we'd already be out with them running some kind of errand or innocently on the way home from church) and drive us to nowhere. This really lit my fire because I had no control - and obviously being trapped in the car with my family for any amount of time going nowhere wasn't in my to-do list. We'd just drive...and they'd be happy as a pregnant woman with a pint of ice cream. Drive to nowhere, just to see where the road went. Really.
So today, it started snowing near the middle of our little town while DH was gettng himself a bagel (which I can't have, stupid SB Diet!!!!). Without warning, we threw jackets/hats/mittens on the kids and shoved them in their car seats (which don't work very well with jackets/hats/mittens). And we drove. At least we had a purpose: find snow that's sticking to the ground. This took some driving down roads that we'd never been on, way back into hills where DH introduced the children to the phrase "Rednecks & White Trash" (don't worry, I have cleansed them).
Along the way, Boo turned into me. It is still pretty dang amazing that God really clones you in your children. If there was any doubt left in my mind that she is definitely my child, she started in with, "When are we going to get there? Why are we just driving? Where are we going? This road goes nowhere, Daddy. Now Daddy's got us lost. Ohhhhhhh (whine). This is no fun. My mitten fell off. I don't see any snow. Where are we? Daddy can't find the way home now, can he?" for at least 45 minutes. And normally I would've just chalked her comments up to being 5 and anxious to find snow...except that I kept having these eery flashbacks to being trapped in the station wagon with my parents, driving nowhere. I have sympathy for her. And I did what my parents did when my control-freak personality bugged them: I told her to zip it.
Snow, snow, snow!
posted by Beth @ 9:30 PM
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