Snow

I did post something yesterday, but it was stupid, so I deleted it.  I intended to start over, but I felt a little sick, so I took some Nyquil and proceeded to fall asleep on the sofa at 8:00.  According to George, I spent a lot of time talking in my sleep, at one point becoming threatening.  Eventually, he talked me into moving to our room, where I woke up at 6:30.  I remember nothing before that point.

We're supposed to get a really bad snowstorm today, which sucks, because the science center is letting kids in free today and that's awesome, but I don't know if driving all the way out there and getting stranded is such a great idea.  But then, if it doesn't snow, I'll be really pissed off.  I guess we could try to find a cheap hotel if I don't feel good about driving back home.  Pie likes hotels.  George won't be able to get to work, but I guess if it's that bad, he should probably stay home anyway.  And, at this point, I'm just typing things as they enter my head.

So, back to the snow.  I love snow.  At least, I love snow in December.

I dress Pie in more clothes that can possibly be comfortable.

We play in it.

I happily shovel and make sure the sidewalk is clear.

I tirelessly pull Pie up the sledding hill.

Then, something happens:  January.  I no longer love the snow.  It's not the worst thing in the world, but it's getting irritating.

I remember how much I hate being cold.

I curse my husband for not buying a snow blower when they were on sale.

I lose focus on everything except how badly my arms hurt.

The white shit continues to fall, and I wonder what the hell I was thinking being so excited over this nonsense.  We start spending more time inside, then I feel guilty for depriving Pie of the joys of winter.  So, we try again, but I just can't find all the enthusiasm I started the season with.  It turns into a cycle.  By the time February hits, I come to a realization:

I

 

really

HATE

snow!

So, to hell with the storm!  We have a low cost opportunity to do something that appeals to both of us, is educational, and happens inside a warm building?  I'll take it!  And if the snow comes, all the better!  I like hotels, too--especially ones with a big, heated pool.  With any luck, I won't be back tonight.