Remember when I moved to California, and said that I never wanted to see snow again, and then maybe a year or so later, I rethought that, because I missed the seasons. So we moved back here, what, three years ago, and for two winters, nary got a dusting, and I felt jilted?
It is without fail that the Meester will go away somewhere, and everything will go to shit. It is murphy’s law. I pretty much bet that this is the way it always is, with every family. The Meester has been at a sales conference this week, and unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve no doubt heard something along the lines of “MIDATLANTIC POUNDED WITH SNOW FOR 24 HOURS STRAIGHT.” Or something like that. You’ve probably also heard that this is the second large snow storm we’ve had in FIVE days. So the snow outside is up to my armpits. This wouldn’t be so much of a pain in the ass, except it’s just me, and two small children, one who has a cold, and both who are very cranky and have cabin fever.
I have to say, that in general, most of our neighbors keep to themselves. Some of my neighbors I do not like. Most of them I do not mind. One of them, I want to open mouth kiss and maybe build a statue of him in my living room, because he not only plowed my driveway once, but THREE separate times. You think that might be a little awkward? Yeah, me too. I’ll probably get him some wine and a nice cheese basket, instead. Our neighbors with snow blowers are very gung ho. They plow the sidewalks, they bail people out. They go beyond being neighborly. I want to think that it’s because they’re nice people. And they are very nice people. But I think another part of it is that we generally don’t get that much snow. So they have these snow blowers sitting in their garage. And I like to think that they go out there from time to time, to go visit their snow blowers, wistfully sighing, while petting them and saying “there there buddy, you’ll get your time to shine.” So, they’ve all shined, while I’ve been unable to go outside, and leave a baby and a toddler inside by themselves so that I could shovel myself out. Although, I’m not sure I could even if I wanted to, it was just that much snow.
So to recap, two small kids, lots and lots of motherfucking snow, no TV, flickering power (thank GOD, it did not go out), by myself. I miss my husband. Not because he would have shoveled, but have you ever tried to have an intelligent conversation with a toddler? Yeah, I never want to see the snow again.
Remind me of that, next year.