At this point, my policy with the snow is to rise above it, ignore it, pretend it's not there while optimistically waiting for it to all go away. I must not be doing a very good job of hiding my dismay, though.
Last night, Annie and I were doing a puzzle in the playroom while Jason gave Jemma her bath. I was looking out the window as the rain changed to big, fat, white flakes of snow, and the look on my face must have been something other than zen-like optimism.
Annie stopped doing her puzzle, put her hand on my arm, and said, "It's OK that it's snowing, Mom. It will go away. It's not a big deal."
Thanks, Pippi.
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hahaha...not a big deal..but I am still secretly furious! Isn't it April on Monday?
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