It's starting. The beginning of the end.
The epic horror of all warm and sun-loving human beings.
I am trying hard not to cry.
Oh, it's just... so, so sad.
But I tried not to spoil it too much for the kids, who were so excited to see the snow they were (literally) bouncing all over the couch and skipping through the house. At the bus stop they were throwing snow balls bare-handed then licking their fingers.
I could almost forgive the snow for coming just because it made the kids so happy.
Since it is also spirit week at school, it just so happens that today is "crazy hair day." Pish, as if my kids needed any more crazy in them.
And yes, Joseph is totally air guitar-ing it.
But the kids were so slow getting a move on this morning (must be the snow) that I didn't have time to do anything very cool.
But they must be use to my total un-coolness because they were still quite happy with their hair. Jacob just wanted spikes, Joseph got his hairbands, and Savannah... well, Savannah would pretty much go for anything.
And now Alayna and Claira are happily scooping piles of snow off the back porch and eating it like it's going out of style.
As for me, well, I found this magic can of happiness while I was at the store last night.
And it's mine, all mine I tell you!
Hubby doesn't like anything mint, nor does he care for hot chocolate.
Mwah ha ha ha!
So if you need you can find me, my hot chocolate, and my fuzzy pink slippers, snuggled up with a good book as I do my best to ignore the cold, white torture outside my window.
Oh wait, I still have to do some laundry, finish the dishes, clean my bedroom, and finish up some craft orders.
Blast, guess the book will have to wait. Again.
But the fuzzy pink slippers are coming with me.