Sunday, December 28, 2008
When the weather outside is frightful.....
Let me just say it.
Snow blows more than hooker playing the trumpet.
And most of all it has the capabilities of making me willingly commit myself to an institution after a matter of days.
This past week we received nearly a foot and a half- if not more- of snow at our house.
Being that we live on a gravel road outside the city limits, plows are only a figment of the imagination. They do not exist for those who choose to shun cookie cutter subdivisions and say no to paying the city for utilities.
With so much snow and ice I was literally stuck in the house with a stir-crazy toddler for ONE WEEK. Add my husband into the mix for five of those days and I seriously was ready to flee to Mexico.
Despite my best cleaning efforts, my house is now trashier than a trailer park on the Fourth of July.
I mop the floors, my husband walks over it with is muddy boots.
I do the dishes, my husband leaves his all over the counter.
I pick up toys, my toddler dumps them as soon as I leave the room.
I fold laundry, my toddler dumps it and my husband tosses it back into the baskets for ME to re-fold.
Yeah snow just doesn't work for me.