Do you remember my last post?
You know, the one about all the wonderful things I dream of doing when the warm weather comes?
Where I mentioned how lovely and mild of a winter we’ve had this year with only one day of snow?
Yeah, that one.
JINX.
Today’s forecast from this afternoon until tomorrow evening? Snow, ice, and black ice.
Yeehaw.
Good riddance cozy comfort and my ability to navigate the roads safely.
If I were one of those wives with a doctor husband who rakes in the big cash so she can stay home all day long snoozing, gathering blog sponsors, purchasing a new J. Crew wardrobe online, pinning crafts on Pinterest, making said crafts, adding them to her Etsy store, and then baking cupcakes (Whew! Hard knock life, eh?) then this would be A-okay by me. I’d have all the time in the world to stay home and keep on keeping on. Perhaps I’d even go a little wild and add “watch pretty snowflakes fall” or “make snow angel” to my already exhausting daily agenda.
Turns out, I’m not this woman.
I know. I’ll give you a moment to let that shock sink in.
Moment over.
Turns out, I work four jobs, all of which are conveniently located all the way across town from each other and where we live. Turns out, I’m expected to show up so the children of Cincinnati aren’t galavanting about, unsupervised, on Vine Street. Instead they can just galavant around our classroom, pretending to be unsupervised (they most certainly are not), while I remind them for the umpteenth time why I am apologetically yet utterly incapable of teaching them rap and hip hop (as if this needs explanation) and why our musical theatre number will not be to the tune of “Whip My Hair” by Willow Smith.
Turns out, I sometimes have to be out and about when the weather takes a turn for the worse.
Please don’t misunderstand.
I like the snow. I like watching snowflakes fall while bundled up in a cozy sweater, sipping tea. I like going on quiet winter wonderland walks and stomping in fresh powder with my snow boots. I love shoving my husband into a snow banks and having snowfall fights. Snow itself isn’t all that bad.
Ice, however, is a bad, bad thing in this Texan’s book.
And I do not like driving in the crap.
Mostly because I do not know how to drive in this crap.
All this is to say…
…I spoke too soon.
Because, apparently, my days of farmers marketing are a long ways off.
:-(
P.S. I want this mug! Always have, always will. Add hot water and the wives disappear, as they oh-so-coveniently did when they found themselves in hot water once upon a time. This tickles my little history-fiend soul.
