It snowed here. The world stood still – like literally – since Friday. It’s kind of like the Apocalypse happened, except it was cold, and I’ve always imagined the Apocalypse to be more…um…not cold.
So I’m from Florida, which makes snow kind of a big deal. I also have a three year old, which makes everything kind of a big deal. I stayed up Friday night watching it fall. I was giddy. Saturday morning I double/triple layered the boy and took him outside. It was still falling, fat characterful flakes. Seven(ish) inches; virtually untouched and so fluffy. It.was.bliss.
Then Sunday it started to freeze. And it was just crunchy ice. It was still novel enough though, we enjoyed ourselves. Daddy made the coolest snowman ever.
By today (Monday) it was mostly a solid impenetrable hunk of slick ice. Ergo school was canceled. Our snowman (Frosty) was melting and there were several trips outside to replace his eyes before the little one found out.
The ice that melted today is supposed to refreeze tonight. In the morning they say it’s supposed to “rain” ice. How freaking epic is that? I’m going to pull out that ice bucket I stole from the Holiday Inn and stock up. Since we live in the South, and life comes to a complete halt at any sign of wintry weather, school has been canceled again.
I know it’s not exactly roughing it and all, being psuedo-housebound with electricity, food, internet, cable…but I don’t do “back to basics” well at all. Four days without the option of Chinese Takeout is criminal!
I’m the girl who went camping with her parents in a pop up camper, that had electricity to run the microwave and television. There were bathrooms and showers mere feet away from our “campsite”. We ordered freaking pizza – to the campground. Oh, and there was a pool, like the chlorine type. I’m also the girl who, in her single days, prepared for Category 4 hurricanes by purchasing butter-cream frosted cupcakes, a carton of cigarettes, Diet Mountain Dew and Bacardi Limon (yeah, I know I’m classy!). I bought batteries too, not a flashlight to put them in, but still.
I just don’t like living without creature comforts. I would pay someone to iron my underwear – hell – I DID pay someone to iron my underwear. You see? It’s a small miracle that I am able to keep my house in respectable order, know how to make rice (only just recently – thanks Ma), and have only burned out three vacuum cleaners since I’ve been married (it said bag-less, I thought that meant you didn’t have to DO anything, I can’t be the only one).
So just knowing that I can’t get out there and drive. Or even really go outside without finding myself in one of those “I’ve-fallen-and-I-can’t-get-up-and-my-child-is-running/skating-down-the-trail-with-Apollo-Ohno-like-velocity” makes me feel very “Little House on the Prairie-ish”.
I need to find a way to entertain the boy tomorrow. Mama and Papa were awesome today, but we’re all suffering from a healthy dose of cabin fever.
See what happens when I’m shut in? I subject my loyal readers, to rambling, kitschy, bad-joke-filled posts that have absolutely nothing to do with Autism.
You know what I love though? I love that I’ve finally reached a point in life where everything doesn’t have to be about Autism.
Seriously though, if they close school on Wednesday because it’s Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, I will flip the hell out.