I used to pride myself in being a true Minnesota girl. I would attack winter activities with gusto, assuming everyone who complained about the weather and the snow were just big whiners. I loved to play in the snow. I would get outside right when I got home to shovel. And I enjoyed it. Snowblower? Who needs a snowblower? Snowblowers were for sissies. When summertime hit, I would refuse even the idea of getting central air because you know, "I'm too tough for that and after all, you only need it for a like three days a year." We Minnesotans are tough, you know. We pride ourselves on it. We all talk about air conditioning like it is this huge luxury and a total waste of money. And we adamantly refuse to cancel school even when there are 15 inches of snow on the ground. And another 24 on the way. It's the way we are built. It's been engrained in our culture since we were born. My husband, a Pittsburgh native, thinks this is all totally insane and cannot even BEGIN to understand someone actually wanting to shovel. Or someone thinking air conditioning is anything other than required.
All of this is my preface to saying the older I get, the more I think the Minnesosta Way is a load of crap. I'm tired of being tough. I'm tired of the snow. Our snowbanks our almost as tall as me and it is only December. Two Christmas trips in two weeks in the middle of two snowstorms. And one six-month-old baby. I'm tired of worrying about whether Renee will end up sitting in the ditch for two hours until a tow truck can make it to pull us out. I'm tired of getting home from work and having Ski spend two hours outside shoveling instead of spending time with his wife and baby. I'm tired of not being able to get my car out of the parking lot at work and being late to pick up Renee from daycare. Poor me. I keep telling myself that it will get better once she's big enough to come outside and play while we shovel and I did throw my stubborn-ness out the window last summer and got central air and I don't feel even the tiniest bit guilty/wimpy about it. It was SOOO worth it. The purpose of this post is just to say 'I need a break from the snow.' Weather gods, if you are out there and you are listening, could you just hold off of the snow dumping for a week or so?
I am still working on the 'Christmas, Part I' pictures. Hopefully I can get them done before 'Christmas, Part II' this weekend. I know you are all on the edge of your seats in anticipation. At least I know my mother is.
All of this is my preface to saying the older I get, the more I think the Minnesosta Way is a load of crap. I'm tired of being tough. I'm tired of the snow. Our snowbanks our almost as tall as me and it is only December. Two Christmas trips in two weeks in the middle of two snowstorms. And one six-month-old baby. I'm tired of worrying about whether Renee will end up sitting in the ditch for two hours until a tow truck can make it to pull us out. I'm tired of getting home from work and having Ski spend two hours outside shoveling instead of spending time with his wife and baby. I'm tired of not being able to get my car out of the parking lot at work and being late to pick up Renee from daycare. Poor me. I keep telling myself that it will get better once she's big enough to come outside and play while we shovel and I did throw my stubborn-ness out the window last summer and got central air and I don't feel even the tiniest bit guilty/wimpy about it. It was SOOO worth it. The purpose of this post is just to say 'I need a break from the snow.' Weather gods, if you are out there and you are listening, could you just hold off of the snow dumping for a week or so?
I am still working on the 'Christmas, Part I' pictures. Hopefully I can get them done before 'Christmas, Part II' this weekend. I know you are all on the edge of your seats in anticipation. At least I know my mother is.
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