Today I experience another verification of the all t hings being relative. We woke up to the first "real" snow of the season. (we have had an unseasonably warm fall, only one other day that dropped a few flakes, but nothing really stuck...) The kids woke up and were shouting for joy. They were all ready for school early and out playing the snow. Caleb has been out sledding in the front yard all morning - they are all THRILLED!
Me? not so much. I am COLD. Dread driving on the slick roads. Hate going outside at all, for any reason...
I expect that when I was younger, I was the same as my kids, loving the wonder and fun that snow play brought - but as an adult, don't really remember that AT ALL - and can't seem to conjure up any feelings of love for the white cold stuff! OK - I do love the way it LOOKS. If I could just sit inside the warm house, curled up w ith a cup of hot chocolate and a good book, with my little space heater running right in front of me - then it would be great. unfortunately, that isn't quite how life works most of the time...
I did convince Tim that it was a good idea to stay off the roads today, and he is working from home, so one less thing to worry about. I'll have to go out 3 different times to run to the school - once to take caleb to kindergarten at noon, then 3:00 after school pickup for carpool, then 4:00 pick up Aaron (he stays after school most days for play practice, or extra help on the trumpet, or stuff like that...)
fun fun fun.