I know that less than 6 months ago I was complaining that I was sick of sweating and ready for the cold weather to arrive. I absolutely hate being hot. One can always put more stuff on to get warm…running around naked still doesn’t cool one off…nor would I like to see some people naked.
This is our second winter in the northern hemisphere. We came from a place where the swimming pool was a daily activity for like 9 months of the year.
Last year it snowed but only stuck once and melted within a couple of days. This year I don’t think there has been a day that I have looked outside and there hasn’t been some form of what resembles snow lurking around. For the last week my yard has been a solid white blanket. And yes I think it’s beautiful and I am not complaining about it because it would take years of this kind of weather to replace what the drought has taken away.
The photo to the left is a picture I took from my front yard yesterday. I really need to take one when the road is also covered and not a single car without 4WD would dare to take on that hill. You can’t tell by the picture but that hill is steep and brutal when freshly blanketed with snow or ice.
What I am complaining about is the toll it takes on my little monsters. I want to take them out to go sledding but just when I think it’s the right time suddenly I start to hear the horrible deep coughs and the sneezes that that blow out boogers resembling something like this…
I want to take them out and do a photo shoot but I just know that I will be editing out the snot and chapped red lips that resemble that of a clowns…no I am not joking. And yes I buy them chapstick…it usually ends up in the wash, lost in the car, or used all in one day by my 3 year old. I am quite certain she eats it.
Now I am sure it’s not just old man winter to blame for my kids constant battle of the common cold. There are germs lurking everywhere.
Let’s take last night for instance, and the disgusting fool who was sitting near us in the bleachers at the wrestling tournament with his can of “chew spit”. As we were leaving and I gathered up my kids’ stuff I noticed something wet on my daughters coat. Yep, you guessed it…the guys can of “chew spit” had spilled ON MY DAUGHTER’S JACKET! The thought of it is seriously making me gag. And had he have still been around when I discovered it…the mommy psycho from hell would have come out in me.
But he was gone…leaving his trail of spilled “chew spit” in his revolting, repulsive, gross, ghastly path.
So what did this mother do? Well she hunted his ass down, of course, and ran him over with her SUV placing his spit can beside him as a reminder to all “chew can spitters” TO THROW THEIR CONTAINERS AWAY! **One can only dream** Actually I came home and put the jacket in the washer on the hottest cleaning cycle…twice.
I am somewhat of a germaphobe so when I see my daughter licking the handrail at said high school gymnasium, that probably hasn’t been touched with any sort of disinfectant since being placed there, I slightly come unglued and wonder if she was switched at birth at the hospital.
The sun is shining today and it’s a perfect day to get some great
snots shots of my kids in the snow…so for now I am going to stick with that plan because who knows when the next opportunity should arise to do so. I mean what’s the worst that could happen…pneumonia?
Cheerios and Boogers,
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