peevish mama

Remember Saturday morning when I was all kinds of foul weather swagger? Well, Mama Nature brought it. And I, for one, was impressed. I don’t even know what we totaled in the end, but it was a lot. There were snow drifts the size of glaciers, kids getting swallowed up whole in the middle of the lawn. I spent all day watching cars get stuck in the street. Doctor Dash was out snow blowing for three hours. It was tremendous. And tremendously fun. When I set off with Lady Tabouli to go to Lady DK and Doctor Mister Lady DK’s holiday party on foot, we looked like Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton’s hos, so beswaddled and begoggled were we. We either had to tightrope walk in the few existing tire tracks, or post hole up to our thighs in the snow, and we did both, for about an hour, laughing in white puffs of air the whole way. Yes, this storm was a doozy. A good one. The best in a while. But then after a lovely, cozy, relatively snowbound weekend, we got two (count ‘em TWO) more snow days – as in, days off of school.

As my friend Lady DK says, My kids are lovely people, but . . .