I took this picture Wednesday morning after we were hit with a 1-2 punch of snow followed by an ice storm. It’s pretty, but incredibly inconvenient. I’m not sure which is harder — digging a car out of several feet of snow and then trying to save your urban parking spot like I used to do in Chicago or pushing a toddler in a stroller half a mile through blocks of ice and two-feet deep puddles at every intersection. It all sucks, and I am over winter, but I know we still have at least six weeks to go and the hardest part is still ahead of us.
We’re supposed to get more snow on Sunday and, now that the Olympics are starting tonight, Drew will be working until around midnight almost every night for the next two weeks which sucks major-ass donkey balls. Taking care of a 2-year-old on your own around the clock for two weeks straight is hard enough (I will have some help in the mornings though), but doing it in the dead of winter when you’re cooped up inside SUCKS. I don’t know how single parents do it, I really don’t. Hats off to them — they are made of stronger stuff than I am.
Anyway, I’m going to try to make the most of my solo time in the evenings after Jackson goes to sleep. Maybe I’ll have some friends over for like wine-and-cheese night (who wants to come over?), or I’ll read a whole book (this one, which I linked to earlier, sounds interesting but if anyone has other memoir suggestions, I’m all ears!), or I’ll make lots of phone calls and catch up with long-distance friends and family. Or, I guess I could watch the Olympics. Which sounds really boring. I’ll probably just end up watching a lot of HGTV and TLC and all the shitty shows Drew never wants to sit through. And drink wine.