our neighbors have flamingos year round.
I kept telling myself I'd be getting outside more when the snow came. Well, its here. I really needed to take my shower tonight. Sometimes when its a crazy day with the kids, I take a long hot shower in the evening to wash away the tensions. I can still hear them crying when I'm in there, but I try to turn off the Mommy will do it channel, so I can not only get clean, but relax. Tonight, as Dad was taking hold of both reigns, the driveway popped into my head. What if I go shovel to blow off some steam? Oh, it felt good to be outside. The world seems friendly and quiet when those fat flakes are dropping on my driveway and piling up on the car (we do have a garage, but that is to house only mice, rakes, the shovel, and mower). It feels fresh and it rejuvenates me. It was only 8 or maybe 11 minutes of shoveling before I heard Mr Theo bawling his eyes out. I was just getting into the rhythm of the scrape and toss when I felt the Mommy pull. I put on his snow pants, and the rest of his gear over his pajamas to bring him outside. He was no problem to have in the fluffy snow with me--it seems to be so exciting for him to be out after nightfall. He didn't last for the entire clearing of the drive, but he got some good fresh air and color in his cheeks. So did I. The shower will wait til morning. It'd be such a shame to wake the babes with my indulgent bathing at this hour. Habtamu showers about 5:30 every workday morning, which doesn't usually disturb their slumber, but this side of midnight is mine, and it isn't worth risking. Shower schmower.