It is not always easy to be my kid.  It isn’t supposed to be easy all the time  but my guy has had his work cut out for him today.

We woke up early today, and I woke up in a very good mood.  We had time so we made pumpkin muffins together, even after I soaked up 1/2C of oil with three cloth napkins … I was feeling good, we were in a groove.

The 15 minutes before his dad took him to school I was biting my tongue because “it is time to GO guys” — they weren’t LATE per se — it was just time TO GO.

It started to snow as part of the next snowstorm marching across the nation.   Horizontal snow, door blowing open, husband’s school letting out early… hard core start.  So, I left work early, ditched the plan to work out (it has been TOO long y’all), grabbed the grocery bags and went and got the boy.  We went to the grocery store, we picked up some cocoa and coffee at DD, we went home.

Something about the way he got out of the car (aka – he didn’t read my mind and comply 100% the instant I had a thought … I was the one out of step) made me see red.

We got inside, he was having a great time and I was trying to recover and put food away.

When the garbage guy approached I thought it would be fun/nice/an excuse to YELL thanks to the guy who was working hard in the blowing snow.  He shouted back that I was putting the garbage out wrong.  That pointed out to me how fragile I was feeling because I really just wanted to sit down and cry.  I was TRYING to recover.

Husband got home early and went outside to tend to the accumulating snow.  We got dressed and then spent TWO hours crashing around in the snow and sledding on the “hill” that Husband built for us.  It was great fun.

Son couldn’t decide WHAT he wanted to drink when we got it… he wanted all of it.

We’ve got two hours until bedtime, that includes dinner… wish me luck.