Sometimes, when you live in A Very Snowy Place, you will wake up to an additional six inches of beautiful, freshly fallen snow resting atop the many inches that were already there. Which is lovely if you can sip coffee in your fuzzy slippers and read aloud from Anne of Avonlea whilst periodically gazing out your picture window and sighing and the splendor of God. Not so lovely if you have to get two of your children to a Folk Dancing class at 9 o'clock in the morning. And I do not use the term "have to" lightly in this case, but the story of the "have to" is so complicated that you would surely poke the eyes out on the voodoo doll you have of me if I started telling it to you, so I won't.
So you're all "Get dressed! Release the chickens! Someone feed the dogs! Cecilia is sleeping in TODAY of all days for the very first time in her life? You have got to be kidding me. Here...go start the van and try to push some of that snow mountain off the windshield. You, other human- shove these waffle-food-products down your throat, will you?"
And you finally get outside and it is 8:58 a.m. and your road, because it is dirt and many streets from "the main" has not been touched by a plow of any sort. And you are driving a Toyota Sienna minivan. But you press on! And on! And the people who apparently decided to go joy riding in their Chevy Impala and are now stuck in the snow at the end of that one road....well....they aren't REALLY in your way, are they? Okay fine- ask them if them if they need help. ("help from the lady in the minivan with the five kids?" say their faces). They do not. Press on! Press on!
Front grill of minivan is acting as substitute snowplow. Nissan Sentra driving eight miles per hour with its hazard lights on pulls over to let you by. Men, walking down streets speaking into walkie talkies look at your vehicle with a special mixture of pity and reverence. Press on! Press on!
Arrive at the homeschool partnership building at 17 minutes after 9. Shoo the large ones inside so you can park the van. We did it! We made it!
"Mom?" Why are they back out? Did they not wear the correct attire? Because if that's the reason I'm finna get medieval on those.... "Mom. The class doesn't start until noon."
My husband is my favorite. He loves observational humor and noticing....I don't know....little things. Like the salutations that people use on emails, for example. He sent me an email the other day and signed it "Bestest Regards". It's stuff like that that totally brightens my day. I don't know. Maybe I'm just easily amused? Oh, and this baby....
|(I know it's horribly overexposed. Forgot the camera was on manual. Work with me, people.)|
And oh, in parting, this lovely video. If you've seen it, commiserate with me about how great it is. If you haven't seen it, watch it, then commiserate with me about how great it is. Cari sent it to me yesterday because she knows what's good.
Also, how much do we love that he's wearing a Hendrix t-shirt for this audition?