As I was taking pictures of Alec frolicking in the snow I had thoughts of typing a wondrous post on the merits of an early snowfall. How wonderful it was that he could spend an hours occupying himself outside getting fresh air and wearing himself out. And the beauty of it- ahhh yes- the beauty.
But you know what?
It just ain’t mean to be.
The reality is that my entry way looks like a bomb went off because, of course, I was not prepared to see the white stuff. The weather man told me rain. And I believed him.
What was I thinking?
So, in a mad rush this morning, I pulled out the tubs, riffled through the snow gear throwing snow pants and boots around like little missiles. Oh wait – we need mittens and hats too. Errhhh.
And now we need to leave earlier because I have to drive boy child to school because there is no way I am schlepping myself in dress clothes to the bus stop to have the crazy drivers in my neighborhood spray slush on me.
And because that snow finally did turn to rain- I have wet boots, jackets, hats and mittens all over the floor in entry way drying out because they are SOAKED.
So, it might be pretty and all but it better melt soon.
I am not ready for this yet.
Maybe December 24th…for a few hours might nice but until then…
rain please.
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