The snow started falling early this morning – a drifting, floating, lazy-flaked snow that settled on tree branches outside my window and made me crave a trashy paperback and a fire. All day the flakes kept coming. They’ve given me what I’ve been hoping for: a real snowy day, a day that requires boots and sleds and mittens.
I started out with a plan. I got dressed for yoga, kissed Dave goodbye and drank my coffee, and then the plan went to pieces. Calls from work came early with time-sensitive requests. Mom called about the kitchen plans and sorting out Europe contingencies. The contractor asked about fixing the closet and kitchen points I did not know before talking to mom, so I called her back. Said contractor then mentioned he needed to drive three hours to AMISH COUNTRY to get the wood for our doorway. In a snowstorm. I wished him godspeed. The office called, the branch offices called, the emails soared, and suddenly it was noon. I was starving, not at the office, not a yogi, had dirty hair and was functioning solely on the fear of letting a ball drop. Yikes. Those mommy jokes are apparently less jokes and more reality.
I miraculously got all the work and house stuff done. Everyone’s happy and I’m in one piece. Dave walked in at 6 as I closed my laptop for the day, which I took to mean I now had the freedom to SHOWER and put on real clothes, or god forbid even actually do yoga for half an hour! Nope – wrong again. Friends are coming.
Now I have a mommy conundrum about once a week – extra time with Tess or being a normal person. I always pick a random fun moment with Tess over what I should do. I should be a clean adult who sneaks a workout in while hubby runs baby around the park. You know what though? She and I snuggled for 20 minutes instead. Totally worth it. The shower will still be there in an hour. A special shout out goes to Sassy, who filled our fridge with a baby-friendly and delicious meal literally while we slept. At the very least, we now know Tess loves meatloaf. 🙂 Recipe, please!
The guys finished the night by helping an older woman get her jackknifed car back on the road. Apparently, middle-aged nerds are muscle-bound and generous in a snowstorm. And tomorrow? 32 weeks for Deuce.