(see those rocks? they were buried way under along with everything else)
School was delayed two hours. I had to go uncover the van to take the kids to school and then slip and slide our way there.
I was already out and we were pretty much out of food so why not stop by the store.
I saw two people from the ward there so I'm not the only crazy one.
Well, they didn't have two small children with them. One of which still can't walk on her ankle because it hurts. So guess who gets to carry her and push the cart.
As we made our way to the car it was still snowing. The kind where it doesn't matter which way you turn the snow is blowing right in your face and you want to shut your eyes.
Loading the groceries was great as the bags and the car filled with snow.
When I got home I tried to pull into our steep driveway and slid side ways half way up. It took four tries to pull up all the way and look straight enough. Then I got to carry all the groceries up to the house. In wet bags remember.
Only to find that famous 3 yr old sipping out of my soda straw. Contaminated.
If you were to look into the front yard you would have seen the 5 yr old dancing all over the fresh snow, grabbing arm fulls throwing it into the air as if there wasn't enough falling down already. Laying in it. Laughing and giggling the whole time. You must hear this girls giggles to appreciate the moment.
The down side is the only snow friendly apparel she had on was boots. She refused to wear a coat and had on a thin sweater. She was covered in snow from head to toe, which means she was wet. Nice.
Did I mention that I don't have any snow clothes or boots? So my toes were wet and cold. I lovingly sacrificed my boots to the 10yr old with huge feet. The things we do for our children.
Later I got to slide my way to the kids school. They were the last kids to emerge. This always annoys me. Did I cross the 10yr old mind while she lazily erased the boards so she could get a jolly rancher? I am not a taxi! Next time I might just charge a jolly rancher. And the poor 7yr old gets dragged along for the ride and gets no reward.
My lazy self ordered pizza for movie night so I didn't have to drive to the gross but awesome $5.00 hot and ready. It came. And it was a mushy mess. The kind where you grab a slice and the crust is the only thing that makes it to your plate. Serves me right for making someone else drive on the dark snowy roads. He showed up in a full snow suit. The 7yr old told him he really liked his outfit. Ha!
The Mr. never showed up.
And the kids are running around the house chasing each other and screaming. Funny how bed time does that to them. That's not what it does to me.
