I had many more things that I could call this post, but knowing my mother occasionally reads this I decided not to debase myself by using language that is unbecoming a lady. Hahahah!
Earlier this year my husband was offered a job that would take us south. South to where the weather is warmer. South to where there is minimal shoveling of snow or scraping of the windshield. Unfortunately the move didn’t work out and well, I am here. This morning I took my boys to school in -23 C (-9.4 F). It felt like -27 (-16.6) according to the wind chill. According to me it felt Awfully cold.
When the temperature gets like this (or when there is snow to shovel, or windows to scrape) I can be found screaming “I am not suppose to be here!” Its close to 8:00 am and some people might still be sleeping, but I don’t care. If I am not aloud to swear then I should be aloud to vent what ever way possible to get me through this ordeal. I don’t consider it an ordeal if it is -5 (23). I get it. The Earth has seasons and getting cold is necessary for the killing of bugs yadda, yadda, yadda. But really is -23 all that necessary? It is cold enough to freeze your tookus off.
I have been told I need to accept my fait. I live in Canada and its cold in Canada so get a nice hat and get over it. I’ve tried it. I got a nice stocking cap knitted hat thingy (toque) and my son borrowed it an lost it and now my head freezes. I have nice boots (thankfully he doesn’t fit those yet). My husband bought me a winter jacket and some mittens. I am making it through but it will be a long long long time before I ever take on that attitude that it is all right to live in the Earth’s Icebox. Who needs a tookus? I do. Its the only thing that isn’t sagging right now.