Day one of winter break and the short kid woke up with a wicked cold. This means the teen and I are playing ring-around-the-house as we try to stay in different rooms than the infected one.
Too bad my husband doesn’t have the week off. We had some snow this weekend, and it’s the wet and heavy kind that makes for great grooming and trails. The forecast had said a foot, then they said it would only be a few inches and…we got over a foot. He’s dying to put some miles on, but for now, she sits in the truck.
If I was a nice wife, I’d clean the rest of the snow off before it melts, then refreezes, not only making ice blocks out of any moving parts, but cementing it into the truck. I don’t think I’m a very nice wife today.
Besides, I have words to write, while playing dodge the short kid’s germs. That’s work enough for me!
‘Doing the same thing here! “I really love you, Child #2, but stay far, far away.” Throwing him the occasional Sprite or bottle of water from the doorway seems to be working a heck of a lot better than when it comes time for toast or soup