it's too bad adulthood doesn't have any snow days
Winter decided to hit Ohio out of the blue, like a swift kick in the pants. I was out with friends during the weekend wearing only a thin shirt and suddenly it's below zero. I am in a fleece pajama pants and wool socks heaven. Though let me be real: wrestling a baby into puffy winter coat is a special kind of hell. But that didn't stop us for going out for lunch and ice cream the other day. Gracie ate so much avocado for lunch I decided to give in to her begging and let her sample a little churro ice cream. Mother of the year or worst mom ever, you decide.
A little winter storm blew through our way yesterday. All the local schools were closed, which was super precious because it took twice as much snow to get a snow day when I was in school. I also walked barefoot in the snow uphill both ways. I was so excited to hunker down in our mini-blizzard, until I realized I had been devastatingly wrong the last time I evaluated the diaper stash. I had been meaning to go buy more for days but kept finding excuses to put it off because I thought it could wait. Well, it could be put off no longer as there was only one left. People always tell you to buy bread and milk before a winter storm, but take it from me, buy diapers too. Even if you don't have a baby. Just buy diapers. You might think you have enough, you might think you don't need them, but you could be wrong. The good news is that I finally had a chance to wear my Sorel snow boots my mother-in-law bought for me last winter. I was so excited to wear them until I realized my feet and ankles were too swollen to get them on, and this winter we've had exactly no snow until this week.
We bundled up as if we were going out to face the Alaskan frontier and made it a couple miles down the road to Target during a legitimate blizzard in which I couldn't see more than a few inches in front of the car. We were greeted with an empty store and free hot chocolate from the Starbucks inside. I don't know about you, but I just might forget to buy diapers more often. We frolicked through the store, looking at Valentine's decorations and clearance baby clothes, eventually walking away with snowflake pajamas. They were for Gracie, but I wish they were for me.
We made it home, and I trudged through the snow holding several bags full of baby paraphernalia and cleaning products, a big box of diapers, the diaper bag, and a baby on my hip. A true picture of motherhood. In other news, my arms have been looking pretty good these days. All in all, it was much better than my last trip to buy diapers, in which I had gotten all the way to my car in the parking lot before realizing I left a box of diapers the size of the crib at the checkout counter. The only thing I had bought. Somehow the cashier hadn't even noticed, which is almost worse than the fact that I paid for them and then left them there. Maybe I can blame this all on that mom brain thing I keep hearing so much about?
After our excursion, the day spiraled downhill as quickly as the temperature. I found solace at the end of the evening by lying in bed with my book and a cup of tea. But of course, the murder subplot in the novel I'm reading led to vivid dreams of recording all conversations with James and my dad, trying to figure out who killed a random lady for fun. Once one of them confessed, I texted the secret video confession to the cops, who showed up four seconds later to haul the suspect to prison while I cried and apologized for the betrayal that had to be done. I woke up exhausted from the emotional upheaval and immediately reached over to James in my dazed state to interrogate him about the murder. He wasn't there, and I started to panic that he was in prison for murder until I realized he was just in the shower 20 feet away.
It was a dramatic start to the day.
But at least we have diapers. Which means we'll be staying home today in our pajamas and having a snow day redo. Who wants hot chocolate?