be gone!
Dear Snow,
When I was a kid, one of my big hopes was the you would come in time for my birthday. Somehow it seemed like a better day with big, white flakes covering the earth. The prospect of the first toboggan run, hot chocolate with melted marshmallows and snowball fights after school made it all the more exciting. Much to my disappointment, the grass was usually still green and I had to be content with mimicked snow by way of coconut sprinkled vanilla frosting on my cake. This year, however, you showed up big time! My kids and I were thrilled when the first snow storm was forecast. We danced and played and frolicked as you reached the earth for the first time this season.
We continued to be pumped when snow storm after snow storm pummeled our region. I hadn’t seen this much snow since I was a kid. But just like summer vacation, McDonald’s and junk food binges, the magic began to fade. The kids grew weary of slugging through unbelievably deep snow and freezing cold fingers. I was tired of soggy socks from all the puddles of melted snow at the back door. My husband started to mutter like an old man every time he headed out to shovel… AGAIN! Once my birthday party and then my brother’s got cancelled, I was totally over you.
This morning when I looked out and saw that you came again last night, all I could do was groan. I long for the day that I look out and see something other than white, grey and frozen brown.
Snow, you need a lesson in moderation. You really have become like a clingy boyfriend who is there every time you turn around. You know, the one that made you feel special with all of the attention and togetherness for the first month and then grew increasingly more annoying until you told him that you’d be better off as friends (the kind of friends who never talk or see each other)?
So catch a hint already and make yourself scarce! We’re all pretty much over you.
Cordially,
Rachel
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Yesterday I was feeling all nostalgic for the city we left behind. Today, I realized that I don’t actually miss the city at all. I hate line ups. I can’t stand rude sales people who don’t even acknowledge your presence except to bark the total of your purchase at you. I despise being cut off repeatedly when I’m carrying a baby in public. Traffic jams drive me crazy. I swear everyone in this city is convinced that their schedule is more important than anyone else’s and that they might die if they have to wait 2 seconds for a pedestrian to finish crossing the street.
Our new city has a lot of crappy restaurants and the stores tend to carry hemp instead of cashmere but the people are kinder and the pace is much gentler. People smile at my baby and I instead of considering us an imposition. I miss my friends but I am so glad we moved.
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I have used cloth diapers for baby J since he was born. I’m pretty sure that I have mentioned before that I love them. For our trip I switched to disposables so I didn’t have to lug old poop around with me for a week. Can I just tell you how disgusting I find them? That fake baby powder scent they inject into the diapers is making me positively nauseous. I’ve actually had to put J down a few times because his butt was giving me a head ache!
While I’m on the subject of poop, could I suggest some diaper etiquette for travelers? If your kid has a super poopy diaper that is filling the plane with toxic fumes, the kind thing to do would be to change it as soon as possible. And when you are done changing that wretched diaper, for the love of all things, don’t bring it back to your seat with you! The nice airline attendants would be happy to provide you with a plastic bag and a trash can to get rid of it. Then the people around you won’t have to use their refuse bags… Just a thought!
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So, when Mom’s home with the kids and Dad’s out doing something social “we” call it, um… life but when Dad is home with the kids and Mom is out on a very, very rare social outing “we” call it babysitting. Last time I checked parents looking after their own kids were called, and I hate to be obvious here, PARENTS.
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