It's snowing like mad out again, and it's cold. It's frigging cold. Let me see here...it's
-8 degrees Celsius, but it feels like -17 (or 1.4 degrees Farenheit, if that means more to you). How do they arrive at this "feels like" number??? I would be more inclined to put it this way: "-8 degrees C, feels like SHIT...yeah, that's right, I actually swore (* in my blog, that is--when I'm alone in the car, I turn into salty sailor karen, and I likes it that way. The kids, sadly, hear me exclaim "SHIT!" all the time, and recently I tried to soften my bad ways by saying "SHITE" instead, which Jack loved so much, he has to wistfully remind me of that word every now and then: "Hey Mom, remember when you said 'shite?' Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle." Sigh).
After walking Jack to school, then shovelling the driveway this morning, with the scarf and the hat and all the gear on, I came in the kitchen, sat down and slowly the sweat evaporated from my body. And left me frozen. Yes, I was frozen, and had an OVERWHELMING URGE to climb into my bed and go to sleep. I have no idea how I fought that feeling off.
I usually take Ella to the local early years centre with my sister and my little niece on Tuesday mornings. I decided not to be a total wimp, and with a great sob, I started getting ready to head back into the cold. Ella had brushed her teeth and was just downstairs about to put her boots on, when she started doing that HORRENDOUS HACKCOUGH that she does. So, she's downstairs hacking away: "AAAAAY-HEH! AAAAAAAAAAY-HEH!!!!" and then The Man said: "oh, Ella!" And then Ella was crying. Turns out there are people in this world who are can actually throw up if they cough hard enough, and Ella is one of them. After Ella hurled all over her clean shirt and the kitchen floor, she came upstairs happily to get a new shirt, while The Man gagged loudly downstairs as he cleaned up the hurl.
"WHY AM I EVEN DOING THIS?!? IT'S FREEZING, THE ROADS ARE TERRIBLE AND I CAN HARDLY SEE TO DRIVE!!! THAT'S IT! I'M GOING HOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Man, I hate winter.