I write this as I sit here with a glass of Zinfandel, knowing full well that I have to be up at 5 a.m. for my daughter’s first volleyball tournament of the season.
We got a notice today stating that parking at the tournament isn’t guaranteed due to the snow. Also, the building is colder because it’s a metal building. It’s a cherry on top of a fantastic late January week: There was no school. We had two days of virtual school. The driveway is caked in ice. Temperatures have felt like 3 degrees. Actually they may literally be 3 degrees.
I’m SO done with winter.
The snow we got this week wasn’t even the kind you can build snowmen with, or go sledding. It’s just been a nuisance more than anything.
On top of that, the news has been more depressing than ever. I’m really getting tired of watching people getting shot on my social media feeds.
I remember an ice storm from childhood – but other than that, this frigid weather has been anything but normal.
If I calculate the numbers for this week, I think I come up with…
8 inches of snow
2 inches of sold ice
50 times some kid asked me for a snack or water
3 bottles of wine consumed
75 times I said “mother f-er” when walking outside
Oh and on top of the arctic sampler, I have to sign up for our summer pool membership and camp.
When is April??
Coffee - then adulting. 
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