A week ago, I was off work because of the snow.
Today, the high is supposed to be almost 70.
I’m hoping it stays more like this week.
I’m tired of the snow.
Actually, I don’t mind the snow, per se. It’s pretty.
I’m tired of the ice. I’m tired of roads being closed. I’m tired of driving through it when the roads aren’t closed. I’m tired of the office shutting down. I’m tired of being stuck on the other side of the mountain from Heather and the boys.
In fact, I’m really tired of being stuck on the other side of the mountain from Heather and the boys. The first day of the biggest snow, I stayed inside and sulked. Didn’t step foot outside my door. Didn’t go look at the snow, much less touch it or play in it. The boys were helping Heather build a snowman, and I couldn’t be there because the roads between us were closed. Sigh.
It’s been amazing how much it’s snowed the last two years. Caden, who just turned five in December, is going to think this is what winter in Huntsville is supposed to be like. He’s in for a disappointment. (Unless, like me, he gets tired of it. Then he’ll be relieved to realize this year isn’t what winter in Huntsville is really like.)
At least I got my taxes filed during the snow day last week. That’s something, right?
How about you? Are you enjoying the incessant weather wonderland this year? Are you ready for the snow to go away? Were things even any different where you live?